Great stepmommy Helena Price arrives in the wrong moment

The elephant wasn't so much sat in the corner of the room but in the back seat of the car as Mom drove us back home. In teen this case, the elephant wasn't an elephant at all but an innocuous-looking white bag that contained THE THING. The plastic measuring beaker. Mom sat rigid with both hands gripping the wheel tightly and I could see her threesome face going through various silent conversational contortions as she remembered what her Doctor friend had explained to us by way of treatment. "Now then, Henry," she had said as she sat forward so that glasses her impressive chest swelled obscenely as she leaned over her crossed arms, "In my professional opinion, I suggest the first thing we need to do in the way of treatment is to get some idea of how much sperm you're actually producing each day," Reaching into one of her desk drawers, Doctor Meadows pulled out a pad of paper that had some sort of grid on blonde it, "You'll need to record how much you're ejaculating every time you masturbate and note the amount down on this sheet along with the relevant dates." To my surprise, she reached back in her drawer and put a plastic cup on the desk in front of us which had markings up one side. "Use this to take the measurement," she explained, "Make sure every drop goes into this medical beaker and give it a thorough clean when you're done." Mom looked stunned as I shifted in my chair avoiding her gaze. "You're kidding," she blurted out as she glanced at me with a frown. No doubt I was going to get a right ear full when I got home. Me and my overripe testicles. Doctor Meadows shook her head. "Not really. By measuring his daily volume over, say, a two week period, we can get some idea of how Henry's body is developing as he goes through puberty or if there is something else wrong. Once we get the blood results back, we'll have a better Big Boobs idea of the overall picture." I sat in the passenger seat not saying a word as I watched the world go by. I mean, what was there to say anyway? It sure looked like I was going to be spending a lot of time in the bathroom pumping the old snake over the next couple of weeks that was for sure. As for Mom. We pulled up to a red light and she turned to look at me as she let it all come out in a breathless rush. "Seriously, Henry," she said in obvious exasperation, "This is all absolutely disgusting to me. I hope you realize that, young man. What in God's name have you been up to? I mean, four or five times A DAY?!" The lights thankfully turned green and she turned back shaking her head as we headed for home. I shrank even further into my seat knowing she was as mad as hell and wondered if my life could actually get any more fucking weird. As it turned out, weird doesn't even begin to cover what happened next. End of part 1. Notes: This story is inspired by an original erotic series I read and enjoyed many years ago in an adult fiction newsgroup. Which was a bit of a surprise as I had/have zero interest in the Incest/Mom/Son themes it covered. Just thought it would be a fun writing challenge to do something a little different. Hope you like my take on it. I fixed a batch of Lipton Tea flavored with pine needles and our last packet of sugar split between two mugs. “Maybe someday.” Rohan got the five thousand as promised, and he continued to threesome play Big Boobs well for another hour before losing the entire cash in spite of having a flush. Jill stood behind them, looking over their shoulders. They had lost many days of searching due to bad weather. So I worked a second finger into her tight cunt and began to slowly work them back and forth. I was getting worried since he seemed to be leading me towards what felt more like a prison. That was a five hour drive and they would have to get a room. glasses The pleasure slammed blonde down to my cunt. I gulp. She knelt naked at his side. Mark and Kevin both mumble, “Oh my.” Closing his eyes and shutting out the world, James focused on his inner magic – on the river of power that coursed through him. Hot wet suction! That’s how he got his name.” My eyes widened in realization. She exhaled a huge breath and moaned in pleasure. And that will regularly include sexual intimacies. Band; just saying the word sent a tingling thrill shooting through my body. It was a couple of minutes before her pussy relaxed enough for me to pull it out. I kept going, sucking and licking sensually, tasting the precum that leaked from the end of his cock, until he told me to stop. “Jesus,” I groaned, staring up into Sam's liquid eyes. By the end of the exercises alone, I was wheezing and bending over, catching my breath, and naturally, I was the only teen one. CHAPTER 4 "Lora, I would love to fuck your tits, may I?