Blame It On Dance

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

My mind immediately wandered back to the events of the previous evening and the sight of my mother in her lingerie. Once again my c–k started to harden as I embraced the memory, in the full knowledge that I now had desires for my own mother. As my right hand sliped under the covers I closed my eyes and slowly started to stroke myself, letting my mind just drift off with the fantasy. My partially circumcised foreskin sliding smoothly up and down the length of my thickened s—t in an ever-increasing rhythm. I could feel myself building to a c—-x as internal muscles start to propel sperm on its journey from my balls.

Suddenly, “Tooonyyy, breeaaakfaaasst!” mum yells. I get such a fright that I just grab the nearest thing to cover myself, which just happens to be a blanket I discarded earlier.

However in my haste the blanket snags on the ornamental bedside lamp with a large steel base that lands squarely on my crotch. Not only am I doubled over in pain from having my hard c–k forced back at an impossible angel, but the globe on the lamp also blows plunging the room into total darkness. I am writhing on the bed in pain when it occurs to me that I have just got what I deserve for the sick and depraved person that I must be.