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5 inches and were virtually useless. We would spend our days in boxer shorts during our time locked in our cells, the only thing that kept us cool was...using a damp cloth around our necks.After dinner one day I grabbed a magazine and headed to the the toilet to take a dump and jerk off, I pulled the curtain, Roger was layed out reading. I finished my dump and flushed so it wouldn't stink, pulled out my cock and started masturbating, after several minutes of stroking I looked over and Roger was. He finger fucked me as the candle flickered.He tilted the candle and I held my breath. The wax dripped and splattered onto my soft flesh. It stung to the point that my eyes watered. Yet mixed with the pleasure his fingers created, it made something that I wanted more of.He didn’t have to ask me if I wanted more. He read my reaction and tilted the candle again.This time he poured the hot liquid across my waist. Far more wax than the first time. It burned painfully. I bit my lip to keep from. She came into the bedroom and slipped naked under the covers beside me. I had my back to her and had a light shiver as I felt the chill of her cold naked body against mine. She wrapped her arm around me, at which point I turned to face her, met by the smell of a cheap tequila…She smiled at me, purring like a kitten.“Hi, my love, you didn’t wait up” She said.I answered I was too tired.She smiled at me again whilst running her hand down my back, before gently tickling my behind. I shivered as my. “I think you’re beautiful. In fact, if you weren’t my mother, I’d probably…um, nevermind,” I said, stopping myself. Who knows what I was thinking. By then, my penis was doing all the talking.“No, go on,” she said. “If I wasn’t your mother, you’d probably what?”That was the pivotal moment. In 19 years, my mother had never asked me a question as directly sexual as that. My balls were practically about to burst. My fist was pumping non-stop. Yet, even then, I still couldn’t bring myself to voice.
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