Though I had masturbated probably a hundred times since I first discovered the art, the combination of arousal, excitement and unexpectedness of the situation certainly made this one a milstone in my cock beating career. xnx So as I sat here I recalled all those memories of her naked or half dressed, trying to piece together a good image of what my mother would look like spread eagle, her little legs stretching from one side of the bed to the other, her small but perky breast poking out over the rest of her body, begging for some attention. Now obviously, it wasn’t an actual cock, but one hell of a good replica. I was slim like my mother, though I knew at my age I would be much bigger by the time I stopped growing, but right now I was enjoying the similarity in size as
