I slip into her unit every night — she's always first. I used to tip-toe around but ever since I broke a glass once and got it cleaned up without he... waking, I don't even bother. Her bedroom has one of the security lights outside shining in so I can see just as if it were daylight. She sleeps through me moving the sheet and lifting her nightgown. She wears granny panties, which I find incredibly hot. I usually wack off on them and then find a towel in the hamper to wipe it off with. Then, I. He opened up a gallery of one particularly large white cock, long 7 or 8 inches by the looks of it, veiny, a bulbous head and a thick shaft, scrolling down to check the comments he thought he would throw his own in for fun “mmmm looks so tasty sir”…just for fun. Simple as that. It had been two days since that comment, all but forgotten in his head, he had been busy on assignments for uni and hadn’t had a chance to jerk off at all. He logged in for a quick one before bed and found he had a. He smiled and got up from the bed and moving through the red sari on the floor turned off the light. And everything before me had gone black. My enthusiasm to know what was going on was increasing. But the only thing I could hear is the little moans and very faint gasps. Trying to imagine what was going on I removed my pant and started to rub my bulged cock to the wall.(I have tried to imagine what was transpiring between mom and Kistappa while I am masturbating rubbing my cock to the wall. I. . "She cut me off sharply with a condescending tone, "But nothing, if you're shy sit down and pee like a girl." Okay," I relented, I really needed to piss and quickly went to the toilet, slid my pants down and sat holding my legs tight together with my head down.My stepmother started mockingly teasing me, "Well, come on, go already. Don't be shy." I'm trying," I replied. I was counting down from ten in my head, sometimes that helps, and to my relief, it worked. My piss started to flow, and I.