Then it was Monday and I had no idea how uncertain and unknown the day would actually be.I had arrived at school about forty minutes early and looked ...or a “legal” spot—one that didn’t need a special sticker. I didn’t want any troubles on the first day. Made my way to the office where I was confronted by a blizzard of papers to fill out; you already know that part.That’s when the real weirdness started and I’ve already begun to tell you about that, but even now that episode has such a surreal. As we drove away from the office we did not take the usual road and I looked at him questioningly but he just said not to worry as we were going to make an intermediate stop. In fact we went to a pub some way from then office where he bought drinks and some food. After a second drink he suggested we get going as he could see I was impatient to get to the wood to enjoy another session. We parked up near our wood and he took the blanket out of the boot and we went over to the clearing. There was. I felt both of my ankles and calves drenched in warm liquid as wave after wave of ecstasy hit me. Eventually I fell to my side convulsing in pleasure. I laid there for a long time holding my son's cum in my mouth, reveling in the smell and feel of it as more rolled down my face. As reality began to return I swallowed, savoring it with the last of my fading horniness. If, feeling that intense of an orgasm is wrong. I thought. I don't want to be right.I returned to the campsite sulking in my. "Do you know what a crutch is" she asked?"You mean like my using masturbation to avoid certain thoughts," I said.She laughed."Ha ha, no, yes, but no for the moment. A crutch is something you use tountil you get better. I think we need to try a masturbation crutch foryou. I want you to stand up and drop your pants and underwear, step outof them and then kneel down in front of me and masturbate."I could not believe my ears. My face turned red. Again she laughed. "Isee you are embarrassed by my.