Friday, before “bath night” Chelsea showed up early afternoon, and once again, the ritual began. I wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it, but Chelsea saved me the trouble. Porn Her mother and I used to masturbate for one another to watch, as part of our sex play, but I don’t recall it ever being this erotic. Later on, her mother told me all about it and we had a good chuckle. I do not remember what we talked about or even if I told her a story; my mind was a blur, and I was very aware of a growing erection in my pants. “Cum for me baby!”, I told her and it was enough.
