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My desires were easily overwhelming my inhibitions as I climbed the stairs to Alex’s bedroom. As far as I was concerned, I had more than enough reason to inspect Alex’s most intimate area. I was his mother for Christ’s sake. As I eased open his bedroom door and ogled the pale flesh of his scrawny body, I knew this was an opportunity not to be missed. He was still fast asleep when I pulled back the bed sheets to expose his bottom half. He had on a pair of boxer shorts and I noticed the buttons were undone at the front, leaving an enticing and welcoming entrance hole in which to sink my fingers. I reached into his underpants and let my eager fingers fish out his flaccid penis. It was gorgeous, so smooth and unblemished, soft and warm. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as my fingers casually fondled the chipolata. As I grasped the shaft between thumb and forefinger, I deftly rolled back the foreskin, exposing the purple tip to my leering eye. I felt pleased with what I saw since the foreskin felt quite loose. I then proceeded to slip the foreskin back and forth several times, exposing and covering the shinny head beneath in rapid succession, just to test for tightness. I cannot find the words to describe the pleasure I felt as I casually handled my son’s willy, nor the fright I got when I looked up and realised he was wide awake and looking straight at me with a look of horror on his face. “What are doing?” he snapped. “Alex! You gave me quite a start.” Alex jumped out of bed. “Were you playing with my privates?” “Yes, but for good reason.” “I knew you were. I was fetish awake the whole time.” “Look, Alex, I know about your foreskin problem. I was concerned for you. I just wanted to see how bad it was.” “What? How do you know about my foreskin problem?” “Never you mind how I know. It’s not important. Let’s not deviate from the matter at hand, which is you have a problem that requires immediate attention.” Alex sighed loudly with a look of resignation on his face. I continued, “Now, blowjob as far as I can see, you have two options. Option 1: We take you to the doctor, let him fiddle about with your willy before referring you off to hospital for surgery.” Alex gasped blonde with shock. “What sort of surgery?” “Circumcision.” “Oh BDSM no.” “Option two: You let me, your ever supportive, caring, loving mother, pull Hardcore down those underpants, assess the situation, and see if I can do handjob something to loosen it myself.” “But you’ll see me naked and touch my….” But as BDSM the blonde days passed, there was less and less shame between them. Susan, was keeping up the house and she worked part time a few hours fetish here and there doing record keeping. “Anything else?” I decided to give it a go. Eventually I shot my load into this new, “stay clean” cunt. I thrust my tongue into her depths. I handed her blowjob a small wrapped gift. Shortly thereafter, I felt his tongue move away from my ass. Charlie pushed in and out and then they got on a rhythm and punished her ass and pussy. It was dark in the room. Right now, let's challenge each other to Trojan horses. I broke the silence. He groans as he handjob pushes my legs up. Marissa's pussy squeezed around my dick as she licked Hardcore and feasted on Linda's spicy cream.