. know that I’m here to ... oohhhh ... help you whenever you need me.” Amanda willed her hand to stop its movements, but it felt too good. And, co...e to think of it, she didn’t care if Roy knew what she was doing after all.Baseball, baseball, baseball. “Thanks.” Roy felt a lump in his throat. Despite cumming twice already that day, his dick grew. Now he wished he’d still had his blanket on.“Oh my gosh.” Amanda was about to find release. She could see the impossibly large bulge growing in her. Here let me touch up your lipcolor and blush before anyone arrives. I know you think that you don'tneed lip color. But I have decide you do need it! Yes this is a brighterred than we have been using. It really makes a statement doesn't it mom?Yes sort of a "here comes velvet boy's lips" What mums? What do the menthink of the lip stick? Well if you had a big cock and saw that lusciousmouth what would you think? Oh silly we are not making fun of you, we arehaving fun. You are not having fun? How. Mother, who’d put on a robe by now, consequently introduced me to the guests as “my horny son Peter,” which I thought was kind of nice. I wasn’t really interested in the bikers, my attention being more drawn to the women among the guests and they were surely something to look at! Most of them I’d never seen before, but they apparently all were friends or acquaintances my mother knew through the publishing business, save for a few slutty types that had come along with the bikers. There women in. "One might think you like this, considering how often you let yourself get caught. Perhaps some punishment will give you a reason to avoid it," drawing her hand back and bringing it down on my ass harder this time.At her touch, I looked up at the ceiling, trying to hide my face. When the first blow struck, I squeaked out, "No ma'am, I'm not enjoying this," as the blows rained down, coming harder and faster. I knew I was soaked, and I doubted she'd missed that, but I did my best to feign.