I was amazed in the morning when the men got up to go to the church for breakfast, and only Manuel came back to the camp. The others were picked up to...work by a landscaping company.Manuel and I stayed around camp during the day and he took the opportunity to use my mouth like his own, personal cunt. I sucked him off three times that day, which was the first times I had gotten cum fresh from a cock. Four of the other homeless men that I had not previously known witnessed part of the previous. Zoë began moaning louder, longer, but it was swallowed up by her mothers cunt on her face. Her hips began to involuntarily buck, working to increase the touch, the ecstatic feeling, the buildup to another mind blowing orgasm like the one she experienced with the two nuns. Finally it came! Her orgasmic scream muted by the flesh pressing on her lips and tongue. Unlike the nuns, Father Damien did not stop. He continued to rasp his tongue on her swollen clit. Zoë came again. And again, her cunt on. Come in here, he said as I stood up. You and I are going to get a few things straight. You will graduate this year boy. Understand! He pace the room then turned to look at me. You are eighteen years old, time to grow up. Get to class! That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, so I just blew it off and went to have a smoke in the photography room. The room was dark and I went to the window and lit up. I loved to skip class, but I tell ya, that smoke . " I knew walking out like this was shitty and would hurt her, but I wasn't prepared to discuss having sex with my son and it was right that I should end this now; right now. She sat there, still naked, her feet drawn up, her arms around her legs, but the look she gave me was one of sorrow, fear, disdain, all rolled into one. I didn't expect her to say anything and she didn't, thankfully.I checked in, took a shower, a long hot shower that helped me think and reflect on what I had done, why I had.