They took their places once more, coffee and fruitcake, taking the edge from the sexual tension in the room, Micky being nearest flipped the start swi...ch and Terry shut off the room light once again. The credits gave the name of the Erotic film company of England once more and the title was A very wet Sunday. It was dated the year before, and the stars were, it said Fanny Wet, and Arthur Dayoff, The film itself showing a rain filled sky, panning down to a town-scene, after a bit of a look. He was just my teacher. Furthermore I couldn’t allow myself to become what my friends were. I didn’t need anyone else, a boy or a man. This strangeness feeling of being watched was distracting me more than I thought. Was it time to kerb my liberty?Running home I double bolted the front door, checked the machine for the usual messages from Dad, read the message attached to the still warm cookies from the cleaner who came in during the day, ignoring their lure, and ran straight for my bedroom,. His eyes never left my face. As he picked up speed, his strokes grew longer and longer. I couldnt believe he was going to make me cum again! He never stopped as a came all over my sons cock. He fucked me straight through my orgasm! When I was done, he stopped moving and leaned down to once again take my nipples in his mouth. He nibbled and tugged and licked and sucked. I felt like I was floating! Finally, he looked at me and said, Mom, Im going to cum inside you now. Oh yes son! I said, Cum. . UNH, UNH, UNG, ooh, ooh, oh, MIke, that feels fantastic. Oh, do it some more."He continued to finger my butt as I slumped against him, the pleasure so unexpected, so wonderful.He kept it up for a few minutes until, "Um, that's making me a little sore right now, Mike, okay," and he pulled his finger out and turned the water back on and we rinsed off again, got out and dried each other off. As I toweled his cock and balls, I saw he was only about half-erect. I almost took him in my mouth, but,.