mommy massages your prostate

Every day Mommy crawls into my bed, sticks her hand in my pants, and slides a finger into my butthole. She’ll whisper into my ear while I ask her to stop until it’s done. Except this morning.

Since I’ll be returning to college and our family reunion is coming up, Mommy says privacy is a luxury I can no longer afford. She has elected to begin exposing the way she forces me to orgasm to friends and family in case it becomes necessary or convenient, starting with my older sister

When I came downstairs, mommy told me to present myself to her so I removed my pants and underwear. My penis hung between my legs as I bent over the table across from my sister. She was eating breakfast and was less than enthusiastic about being Mommy’s first witness beyond the schadenfreude of my humiliation

As I did, mommy spread my cheeks apart and I felt the cold sensation of lube being applied to my asshole. My sister looked at my penis resting on the table, erect for all my protests. She laughed when a soft moan escaped as I felt the chilly finger probe inside my anus