My Son’s Friend 8

I woke slowly from a deep, alcohol assisted sleep. It had been three days since I had last seen Michael, the day in which I had been filled by his father’s cock and cum. Since then I had been stuck at home healing from the experience that Michael had subsequently put me through. Getting out […]

My Son’s Friend 7

It was early, too early, but the experiences of the day before had left me exhausted and an early night meant an early morning. Tony was still asleep, lightly snoring to the side of me as last night he and Michael had stayed up late drinking. “Celebrating,” Michael had called it because they were so […]