Sham ko mai t.V dekh rha tha riya mere pass baithi thi maine socha isse aacha moka nhi milega to maine riya ko blackmail krne ka ek idea socha. Mai ri...ya se bola tera school kaisa chal rha h wo boli aacha.Mai bola tera b.F kaisa h kya krta h wo boli bhai mera koi b.F nhi h mai bola tu jhut bol rhi h mujhe pta h tera ek b.F h jiske saath tune kai baar sex kiya h school bunk kr k.Wo darrne lgi boli pagal ho kya asa kuch nhi h to mai moke ka faida uthate hue use or darane lga.Mai bola dekh mere. I finally got up about 9am, late for me. My father was working overtime at the mill. My brothers were all ready outside playing. "Good morning," said my mother, "you slept in today, not like you." I mumbled something. "Sit down" she said, "I think we need to talk." Those words shot a pang of guilt thru my mind. My first thought was how many mothers catch their son's jerking off? What would be my punishment?"About what I saw last night!"she started to say. " I am sorry", I interjected, "it won't. I wouldn't have resisted them anyway. I mated very nearly every day with at least one of them, but it was just the idea that now I had little choice in the matter. I could have lain down and tried to curl up, I suppose, but you'd be surprised how little freedom you really have with a short heavy chain attached to your sex. So while I wasn't completely taken against my will, there was always the knowledge that my denial would be useless. I had no choice and on the whole it made the sex even. He doesn’t notice me walk up. As I said, he’s an older man, probably at least late 50s. He’s chubby like me, with salt and pepper hair (though a little more salt than pepper). He’s got his head back against the headrest, eyes closed. My eyes move down to his crotch, and I notice that he’s not sleeping after all - he’s stroking his cock. He’s not huge, only about my size, and he’s not fully hard. I’m used to that with older guys - I like it, and half the time I’m the same way. I take note of the.