She repositioned so that her crotch was cupped in my hand. The moans were mutual as she kept stopping to breathe, while never letting go of my cock. ... I slipped two fingers into her causing her to slam down on them, driving them deeper. I felt the gush of her hot lube sliding between my fingers as she came but never stopping her stroke. I could feel my cock reaching the point of no return and the rush of blood was in my ears. Her lips tightened as I swelled and she drove down on me. I. Mom was not there to grumble.I gathered the dishes, and started washing them. Daddy dried them and let my little brother play for awhile. I could not stop thinking about later, and I noticed by dad’s growing cock, he could not either. I looked at him and whispered, “I cannot wait till Jimmy goes to bed.”He winked and replied, “Oh me neither, but we have too. I will draw him a bath soon and add the lavender stuff to the water that helps babies sleep. It will put his lights out when he goes to. "This isn't so bad," I thought, "This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date." Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so much fun, but it wasn't too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear. I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enough soapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got used to the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly, oh so slowly, started becoming less. I would strip at the door, leaving my clothes in a pile, then walk to the 'playroom' as he called it. Always waiting for me in the playroom was his big screen TV with another selection of his seemingly endless porn collection playing. Josh knew my weakness, and the television always featured huge cocks, huge tits...and always had the desired effect. Josh would leave me back there for ten to fifteen minutes, by the time he finally joined me I would be embarrassingly erect. There is something.