At least I was, then I decided to "check up" on my son. Hey, I'm divorced, who isn't nowadays, judge me on that this year and then look back next year.... Anyway, I had heard of stories of kids "sexting" and wanted to know how honest my son was being with me. Face it, we all lie about sex, especially to our parents, like you didn't?I decided that I would learn the truth first, then if it was bad I would find a way to learn it honestly. I cheated, big time. I bought a pay by minute cell phone,. As she sat and watched the video which was a run of the mill fuck video she started to gyrate herself and now my cock was bulging at the seams. As I played with her hard nipples Sam began to moan and before long she had her hand between her legs frantically trying to release my cock from its housing, once done she maneuvered it between her legs and pulling her own panties to one side my cock easily slipped in to her wet hole.She started to bounce up and down taking the full length in to her. But she really needs to! She will starve if she grows up trying to live by her brains.”“She needs to learn to spread her legs like a slut. To moan and give her body over to pleasure, like she is out there. She needs to learn how to cum. She needs to learn how to make a man cum. Oh my God, look at her tight little body! She can make men and women cum!” With that she leaned a little forward and my fingers went deep into her and my thumb pressed firmly against her clit. She raised her chin in a. My sleep-time ritual is mechanical. Floss, brush, rinse. Wet the comb and run it through my hair, a habit even Mama mocked.“Martín, will you meet a princess in your dreams?”This Sunday, on the phone, Mama had been strange. After her usual chastisement for not being married and being so far from home, she’d said, “Things are not well with your soul, Martín.”If I somehow forgot what shame was and told Mama about the dreams, she’d say they were from the devil.Another wave of exhaustion crushes me..