As she approached his bed she noticed that the loose fly on his pyjama pants was wide open and that his cock had flopped out. She had to stop herself ...rom gasping aloud. My God, what had happened over the past 2 years, his cock was enormous! It was also an enormously erotic sight. Here was her young 12 « year old son with: his handsome good looks, flawless olive skin, thick jet black hair, full sensuous lips and strong (yet still boyish) physique, lying on his back sound asleep, arms above his. He had me under over an hour! I don't even remember being given a trigger word. God knows what he told me. What I told him! What I might've done!Those thoughts only added to the power of the orgasm. It exploded out from her pussy, through her body. It was all she could think about. It was all she wanted. And then, finally, it began to subside. Panting, she searched for her phone that had slipped from her grasp in her throes of ecstasy. She picked it up, need consuming her. She had to tell him.. "You wet yourself? How dare you fucking disobey me, I told you, you could go when you'd made me come, It's not like I said you couldn't go indefinitely. You’re pathetic."My cheeks burned scarlet, as I mumbled my apologies.He didn't say anything else he just stormed down the garden path, Jumped on the back of his motorcycle and rode off in a cloud of thunder, leaving me stunned and highly aware of my soaked soggy undies. A week had past since I had wet myself my Master had. Apart from the odd wave in the street, we never really spoke or saw each other.I decided to go and see why he was being so off with me, particularly as we had so much fun when I helped him previously.I knocked on his door, and watched him approach through the glass. He was wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, and when he opened the door, saw from his still wet hair that he must have just got out of the shower.'Hi John. Come on in'. I followed him into the living room, and he gestured for me.