"I {AM} sorry Mother." He emphasized the "am". He really was that 13 year old boy at this moment. The one that jerked himself off several times a day to those magazines. Tina, moments ago was a centerfold. He remembered the first time he had seen a Hustler magazine. The one that showed women spread out in all their glory.
For that brief moment he had humped at her sex, he was seeing his first spread out and opened slut cunt. His minds eye was right there in his little fort. Tina was now asking about Nikki. Why he wasn't satisfied with the abundant, natural sex she offered to him. Why he needed to degrad his own wife. Turn her into a whore. Into a slut that would fuck any moving thing then come home to him to sooth and reclaim her.
"Louis come here." Tina raised her mothering arms, beckoning him to her bosom one more time. The leather strip, now stained by the cum he had shot out when it grazed his cock held loosely in her hand. He half felt the need to bend over and clutch his ankles. He instead found himself safe in her arms one more time.
For that brief moment he had humped at her sex, he was seeing his first spread out and opened slut cunt. His minds eye was right there in his little fort. Tina was now asking about Nikki. Why he wasn't satisfied with the abundant, natural sex she offered to him. Why he needed to degrad his own wife. Turn her into a whore. Into a slut that would fuck any moving thing then come home to him to sooth and reclaim her.
"Louis come here." Tina raised her mothering arms, beckoning him to her bosom one more time. The leather strip, now stained by the cum he had shot out when it grazed his cock held loosely in her hand. He half felt the need to bend over and clutch his ankles. He instead found himself safe in her arms one more time.