I wasn’t to blame, and this wasn’t my problem, it was his. That’s what I tried to tell myself. Every night I pulled out my purple vibe, trying t... find relief. The problem was that my body craved something much different now. Chocolate brown eyes, firm hands, and a long, thick cock. But at least my vibe scratched a temporary itch. It was one of those nights when I’d played until I came and still couldn’t sleep when my phone dinged. “Hey. Remember me?” With a picture. A picture of him. What the. 'well' barry said. Again mum hadn't said anything, so I came out with 'well ok then'. I stood up and walked over to them and gently cupped mums tits abit embarrassed, although I wanted to It didn't fill right. But I got lost and carried on. I was staring playing with a nipple when I looked up and saw mums hand down by barrys boxer shorts. I looked on as one of her fingers started running along his bugle. I carried on rubbing her nipples as I then saw mums fingers on the waist band of barrys. It wasn’t long until I saw her freed hand go between her legs and start frigging her pussy. I wondered briefly if she thought it was a good thing to do with it, or if her pussy was excited and drew her hand there on its own.There was no way I was going to get enough stimulation to cum in this position. If she was between my legs or positioned where she could better stimulate the underside of my cock, I could have. But not in the current position. She might be working her tongue as best she. Everything was very dark and it took some time to get your eyes adjusted to the lower levels of darkness, once I realized it was porn they were showing, I understood why it was darkish and out of the way, down a side street, and deserted, my kind of cinema, this place excited me, bringing together the right kind of seedy men, dirty flicks and memories of men touching me.'You old enough', he asked me, not surprisingly, as at eighteen I did look fresh and athletic, but my Scandinavian attitude.