Mom reading or sewing, Dad in his den/office or workshop. Porn I begin to dry myself. Ahh . (pause) I think we ought to stop. She didn’t stay long, the shower drowned most of her tinkling, a flash of movement as she wiped herself, the flush was still gurgling as she exited. My prick is slipping into the warm wetness of her pussy like it was guided by the devil himself. Am I as big as dad?” Lame, but the best I could think of under pressure. She told me that mom had been listening to me masturbate, every summer Sunday this year, possibly it started last year.
