He appeared, muscular and towering behind me in the mirror, his hands at his sides, the warmth radiating from his naked skin mere centimeters behind me. He leaned in to the nape of my neck and breathed warm against my spine, licking the freckles spattered on my skin. Why did my body choose this moment to respond… to the teasing breeze curling through the palm fronds and into our room and around my nipples? To his lips and tongue teasing my mind into a frenzy? To the soft, firm, insistent pressure of his growing cock sliding against my tailbone? Oh dear sweet heavens, body, don’t shiver… don’t beat so fast, my heart! Knees.. don’t wobble so!! Nothing I had silently addressed listened to me, not the breeze, or my whirling mind, or my heart or watery knees, no less the strong, masterful man behind me. All conspired to melt me into submission to him. ‘So, pet… tell me. Do you like what you see?’ He repeated softly into my ear. ‘I have my own opinion of you, little one, and the body which. " I didn't go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I couldn't take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn't waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately. I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn't cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn't pull my underwear up, I'd taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn't let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she'd put on one of her robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped.
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