Recent Blog: IN THE VIP INTHEVIP would have been to ejaculate into a wash cloth or a rag. Mrs. Johnson knew that, and she had considered it, but only briefly. This way would really be much more fun. She was masturbating Jason for functional reasons, to help him control himself better when he was with Bridget. She was doing this for Bridget, but it wouldn't hurt to have the job, the work, be a bit pleasurable as well. As Jim always preached to the daughters, a job goes much quicker when you turn it into play.
She let go of his cock so that he could properly position himself above her. In fact, she suggested that he finish the job himself. She had taken him to the finish line. It was good to let the boy be the one to actually cross the line. "You're probably better at aiming it than me, don't you think, Jason?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, here, let me hold them up for you so that you have a good target." She grasped her breasts and pushed them together. This wasn't really just to provide a good target. They had a tendency to lose their shape when lying back and they certainly made a much more appealing and provocative target pushed together and up this way. It was like two very large white fleshy jiggly snow mountains. Jason kneeled above her, one foot on the floor, his other leg bent on her side, his cock clenched in his fist, pumping it hard to bring it to its climax. "Take careful aim, now Jason. Don't get any of it on the couch."
He didn't need that pressure. He was reminded of when he was first given the responsibility of pouring the drinks at Thanksgiving, his mother standing over him as he concentrated so carefully about not spilling any of it onto the fancy lace tablecloth. It would have been easier if she hadn't said anything.
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