“Ummm, I mean I bet your mom would like the taste of your…cum”, Kevin mumbles with a curse under his breath. I look down and found myself squeez...ng my cock still, the last few drops oozing out the tip. Now we both kind of felt embarrassed and neither knew what to do or say next. I finally shift a bit, “So, you plan on staring all day or you mind giving me a second to clean up.” Kevin almost miss what I had asked and then slowly turns away. I set up on the edge of my bed and could see Kevin seem. “For your birthday son. I know you like these ones especially because they are always wet with your cum when I pull them from the laundry hamper to wash them,” his mother teased.The scent of mother’s cunt drifted up to his nostrils.“And I love those stockings,” he murmured.“Which you also like to whack off into. Isn’t that what teenage boys call it? Whacking off?” she grinned at him mischievously.“Now that you’ve seen mine I think you should show me yours,” his mother leaned in and nipped his. Tall dark hair moody eyes. he was dressed in a suit and tie and looked very formal. She told him who she was and couldn't help herself but stuttered over it. She was so annoyed with herself.He had watched her adjust her skirt and apply her lipstick before opening the gate, it looked so erotic. He had dressed formally and knew he looked striking. He waited behind the front door and opened it before she had a chance to knock. As he looked down on her he saw the look that crossed her face, she was. As we passed through the science department we saw Mr Douglas, the steroid dependent PE teacher practicing in the gym hall as he always did in his spare time. Other than his presence the hall stood entirely isolated making it a perfect start to our night of the old ultra-violence. As our boots tip-toed across the hall he suddenly turned and stared at us now sprinting to him cane first, an upperclass cane being my personal choice of weapon as it as stylish as pain inflicting. One quick smack to.