Mom Eyes The Kids Chapter Two
His striped cotton pajamas parted and the bed sheet rose up like a tent over his groin, supported on the big pole of his prick as it loomed up in an instant erection. He listened to the sound of protesting bedsprings as Mom and Dad got to work. After a while he slid a hand under the sheets, reaching down to his hard-on. He played with his balls a bit, then took his prick in his hand and began to toss it up and down in rhythm with the sounds of parental passion. But he kept pausing from time...