I stripped naked and lay on my bed and started to dream of what I heard my parents doing last night; fucking. My cock immediately stiffened and my lig...ht stroking got it to a steel rod.As my orgasm started to build in my groin I closed my eyes and drifted off to the nirvana of my approaching orgasm. I imagined that my mother was sucking my cock and that she would take a breath and tell me what a beautiful cock I had. I then started talking out loud to myself telling her that I wanted her to deep. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular guy. Regular guy? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was nothing more than a cocksucking slut, but now, my frenzy calmed by having just cum, I was. ‘At least, it used to be baggy, when I was younger.’ ‘It leaves little to any reasonably capable imagination,’ said Sue, surveying Emma’s jutting, round bust with visible distaste. ‘And that cleavage. Must you really wear a push-up bra? With a bosom that size?’ ‘It’s not a push-up bra, I promise,’ protested Emma, mortified beyond belief. ‘I can’t afford fancy lingerie. It’s just a normal cheap bra from M&S. It doesn’t even have underwiring.’ Sue stared, momentarily speechless. ‘Th-then how do. It looked like the ladies thought that I needed to be watched over, too. Not that I could blame them. I was out of it last night."Morning, Armand. Did you have a quiet night?" I asked while slowly rolling over to sit up."Yes, Milord." Thank you. I appreciate it." Sitting was not as bad as I expected. I glanced down at the stitches and saw that they were healing well. Better than well, actually. I would say phenomenal, if I hadn't seen what magical healing could accomplish. A single night's rest.