Shouting down to mom I was a little embarrassed but who else could I ask?
My balls were huge, uncomfortably big, I couldn’t walk, I could barely sleep. I did everything I could to drain them. I needed help.
Truthfully, I can’t stop thinking about her. Was it my sick, twisted little way of getting her to take notice of me, get her hands on me? Well.
I knew she would be eager to help, she would do anything for me. She loved it! I could tell, she wasn’t just putting on an act to empty my sack. The way she teased me, grasped on to my cock so tightly. Took my load all over her face with her beaming smile.
I’m her good boy, she told me over and over again. I’m her good boy.
