Any..thing..j..just d..don't do this..my breathing began to finally slow down..."Exactly what do you have in mind boi?" He asked.00:02:31"i need...tim.....(big breath)..Master." i answered"Time for what bitch?i thought of anything i could to get him to stop the timer.."Time to prepare.." For what?" For becoming yours Master, please stop it..please"From the looks of it I would say you already are bitch!" He replied.00:01:40i stared at the few fleeting seconds left of my old life as the cum dripped. I think I will! My name's Doug." I said and held out my hand. I was suprised by how firm his handshake was."Charles. Pleased to meet You." he said.I did a quick survey of this old guy. He was around 5 foot 3 or 4 inches tall,with thinning salt and pepper hair. He had a slight paunch and eyes that were such a dark brown they were almost black. I pegged his age to be in the mid sixties,and I could tell he had spent alot of time out of doors because his skin was seamed with the fine lines that can. I want to taste your cum. Come for me. Come for me Andy. Let your cum flow into my mouth. Fill my mouth with the taste of you. The taste of your cum . . . before I swallow . . . "The cum gushed out of me like a fountain. It was like when you shake champagne before opening it. Fountains of the good stuff went everywhere. And there was a lot of it.“Holy shit Andy!”My body kept spasming and my cock kept squirting. Five, six . . .“Oh my God, you’re still coming!”Eight, nine . . .“I’ve. Thick, smooth, long, and a beautiful set of cum filled heavy balls, jiggling with the motions of him jerking that big dick. Deciding not to ruin his fun. Walking back to my bedroom I slipped my hand down my leggings and felt a warm wet feeling. Oh my god. What was I doing? Am I really turned on by the sight of my son jerking that cock smelling my panties?I pulled my leggings off, and took my sweatshirt off, I needed a shower and shave, stopping in the mirror, I looked at myself, brunette hair,.