I heard him fumbling around with a bunch of stuff. He finally came back to the living room. "Wow, look at this!" He said. "Its already swelling!" Grea...." I said. "It'll be fine." He assured me. He wrapped my ankle up with something I've never seen before and put some kind of cream on it."Mr. Schaffer, is there something in my eye?" I asked. I wanted him to be close to my face, and this way, he could be right up there so I can kiss him."Let me take a look," he said. "and call me Paxton." Paxton. Get myself off a few times. The conversation progressed to mutual masturbation.. Hell I was 16 or 17 at the time. We ended up going into the tent and laid on top of our sleeping bags. Ronnie brought some toilet paper with him. We both stripped off our pants. I reached over and grabbed his cock. He was flaccid, and I thought it was like holding my own while taking a pee. Ronnie reached over and grabbed my cock and said you're already hard ( which I was ). The conversation turned to fucking. Now,. (Which had nothing under I might add.) I turned on the water to it’s usual steaminess and stepped inside enjoying the hot water. I smiled as Jo entered the shower with me. The shower was kinda of a tight fit so we had to move around a bit until we found a position that worked, Jo lying on my chest and me with my back against the wall. “This is nice.” Jo purred slightly as I slowly scrubbed her back with the soap. I went down to her behind, making sure they were thoroughly scrubbed, before. Use the glass shot every time you cum and transfer your cum in the bigger container. Do you understand?Me: okay mom, but what will you do with it?Mom: I just love cum and I have many ideas, don’t worries I will tell you when I use the sperm. You will know what happen with it. But for now get you boxer off. Mother is going to empty your balls. I wish to make sure you know how we manage this. Stand in front of the table now.I stood up, she removed my boxer.Mom: ohh my son you have a pretty penis..