In his lap, lay a boy in his late teens. He was skeletal, [dying] with skin that stretched over his jutting bones like canvas. The older man held the ...oy to his chest, cradling him in his arms. They might have been father and son. The boy was shaking violently with fever, and his chest was heaving with slow, labored breaths. [dying] It was the smoke, the man thought. He’s always had asthma as a kid, and now he just couldn’t breathe the smoke any longer. [dying] That word that no one said. I was not conscious enough to hear Joe's gasps, his pleads, or his begs. I was in my own world now, desperately trying to reach my own pleasure. My tremblings hands rested onto his chest as his legs wrapped expertly around me. With my eyes clenched shut I began an even steady rate, thrusting deep into him.It was obvious every time I hit Joe's prostate. His erection would bounce up against my abs, the sweet contact of skin on skin causing him moan loudly. The air was thick with our pleasured. She had a funny look on her face when she said that, but I still thought that she hadnt noticed my hardon, and I just thought she was saying it to be polite. She headed out, going through the bathroom that was between our bedrooms, and I heard her door close. I raced in there, making sure that her door was closed, and sat down on the toilet for the most needed jack-off I had ever had, thinking the whole time about her cute little ass that had just been right there on my bed. The next day our. I wondered how she knew. As I saw mom, now sitting at her dresser, taking off her make up, her bra proudly sticking out straight, I remembered my sisters words, “dad’s cock is pretty small”. Mom didn’t know the pleasure of being filled by a big cock. I knew right then that I could make her feel something amazing, something she had never felt before. My cock turned to wood. Mom turned as I walked into her bedroom and said “hi”, but her eyes went to the tent that had preceded me into the room. No.