“That’s OK,” I conceded. It was good to finally clear the air between us after all these months of resentment. Then it occurred to me, “Mum has a dildo?” “Yeah, she lets me borrow it sometimes. It’s called a “King Cock” and it looks real and it’s seven and a half . . .” she started to talk excitedly before she caught herself. “Well, let’s just say that there’s no asian shame in having your penis mistaken for a King Cock.” She gave me a curious look and then left. There was something vaguely familiar about that look. Mum came past a short time later and apologised too. She didn’t say what for. She was blushing the whole time and it was very awkward. I sort of felt sorry for her. But I was also angry with her, too. She had told me that masturbating was a sin. But she kept a dildo beside her bed and presumably used it. And she loaned it out to my sister! I felt betrayed. Up until that point, my Mum and her Catholic faith had been my moral compass. I thought I knew what was right and small tits what was wrong. Fantasising about your sister was wrong. Masturbating was wrong. But when you find out that your Mum and your sister have been masturbating with a replica of your cock, it turns things upside down. As I lay in bed that night, I decided to give my soul over to the devil. I got a bottle of baby oil and a box of tissues from the bathroom. I poured the oil on my cock and started to rub it up and down my shaft. My fingers slipped over the bulging head of my circumcised cock and it felt extra good as they slipped down over the frenulum, so I kept rubbing there. The events of that day seemed to free my imagination and my hands in a way that was not before possible. It was not lost on me that my Mum and my sister shared a prosthetic penis teen that was indistinguishable from mine. That my cock was their ideal. I didn’t even have to conjure up any images. Just mulling over that concept while I rubbed my cock made me squirt a single shot of jizz that stretched from my navel to my nipple as I lay naked on my bed. japanese That first orgasm was a strange one. It was like a single sneeze. It was as if I hadn’t come at all. My cock stayed hard and after I wiped up the mess with a Solo tissue, I kept going. I thought about how Tabatha had reached over at the breakfast table and grabbed my cock. We knelt there, his asian cock throbbing before him. It was Friday, and I didn’t get any housework done. Jay was apparently feeling energized, and after laying on top of me while we kissed, he slid down my body under the covers. Paul made a gesture. “You’re wearing a one-piece and went to the store by yourself!” My pussy clamped down on him teen as he pressed deeper and deeper. Suddenly the phone goes dead and I’m listening to a dial tone. Once again I pressed my lips to her cunt in an open-mouthed kiss, waiting for her small tits to release her bladder into me. While there was no wall or trench here, it was clear what the border was: the tree line was stark and clear, as though kept up by gardeners. I dry off japanese and head into my room to get dressed, I’m Solo met by my father who had just finished installing the tv. “Thanks, it’s good to know Zach had friends.