God, my ass was so sore and I could still feel the cum leaking out of it, yet I've never felt so content and satisfied in my life. I still can't believe that my own mother accidently helped set this up. John had asked her for my help moving some things in his house, unbeknownst to her; I had swallowed his load twice just days before.
I tried to not seem overjoyed that I was going to his house. I didn't want my mom to be suspicious. I dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt. Clothes that would be easy to work in, yet easy to come off when the time came. As I walked over to his house, I tried not to think of the other night as my arousal would be easily noticed in my gym shorts.
I only had a chance to knock once before the door was opened. "Come in, Brad. I've been waiting for you. First, I must ask, did you want to continue what we started the other night?"
"Yes, sir" I answered, looking down at his bulge as it twitched, once again, as I said sir. "Sit down sir and let me help you with that before we start to work."
We quickly pull off our shorts and underwear. He lies back on the couch and I assume the position. Grasping his cock, I lick the shaft like an ice cream cone before placing it in my mouth. I twist it, I stroke it, and I run my tongue up and down it. I do all the things I've seen porn stars do in videos. Every time he moans and groans, a little part of me feels satisfaction and it turns me on like no other. I work it deep in my throat before I feel it pulsate. I know it's about to arrive and I can't wait until my reward.
"Oh god boy, here it CUUUMMMMMMSSSSSS. FUCK FUCK FUCK, Oh shit."