Why was the door closed? I was sure I’d left it open. I grasped the door handle and turned it and pushed the door open. My 16-year-old son, Toby, ha... one hand on the mouse and the other on his cock! He was masturbating.I started to turn away, then stopped, turned, and said, “Hey, Toby... watcha watching?”Toby turned his head toward me and dropped his hand from his cock. He was sitting in my office chair with his pajama bottoms partway down his butt. His cock, poking up from his lap, remained. My plaything was asleep before '3' left the cell, closing the door behind her.Sleep did not come as easy for me that night. My plaything's words kept repeating, "Thank you, Mistress." I did not doubt their sincerity, however my girl had spirit, which was quite obviously not broken, these few days were not sufficient time for her to become so willingly submissive, were they? As I considered what to do to test my girl, my gaze drifted to the row of pictures, focusing on each one, until at last I. ‘Oh! Oh, my darling, yes!’ she hissed. Jason groaned and, instinctively, his hips lifted off the bed, forcing his shaft farther into her warmth and wetness. ‘Oh, God, Karen, does that feel awesome!’ Karen began to ride him, her hips rising and falling with a tantalizing, rocking motion. As always, Jason was thrilled to be making love with her on top of him, especially in daylight, because it gave him such a spectacular view. Her breasts jiggled sensuously as she rode him and he had a clear view. She suggested that I take my swimsuit off and get an all over tan. I looked around and didn't see anyone so I peeled them off. My cock was semi hard and growing. We both were trying to soak up the sun and not get to distracted. We were both nude and laying very close to each other. I still couldn't believe I was able to do this with my Stepmother. I loved her and cherished any moment alone I could have with her. I was daydreaming about the future when I felt her hand on my cock. I lay still as.