Jason took notice of her breasts but was polite enough to look away when she caught him peeking. And despite herself, she found herself quite liking him. He had an obvious dislike of Lavinia, feeling that she just used amateur him for sex, between parties, and he seemed desperate to come off the drugs his father was giving him. He couldn`t wait to get into university and start a new life, and Grace promised to help him in any way she could. He was also quick with a compliment, and she indian found him very kind and respectful. teen And so, it shocked Grace, and froze her to the core, when he asked her to masturbate him. “Please Grace I really need it. It`s my balls.” He cried, holding himself between the legs. “Jason.” Said Grace looking worried. “Just go somewhere and, you know, relieve yourself.” “I can`t miss.” Cried Jason now in a foetal position on the floor. “I cum harder when a woman does it. I shoot more sperm, it stops the pain.” “Jason, I can`t help you. I don`t know what to Latina do.” Grace was on the verge of panicking. The boy was obviously in a lot of pain. She wanted to help, but didn`t know where to turn. “Jason, I need to speak with your father. I promise I`ll be as quick as I can.” “Don`t leave me Grace please.” Jason called after her, as she fled the room. As much as she hated Max at that moment, Jason was her primary concern. Removing her shoes, she ran quickly, soon finding Max in one of the reception rooms. “Grace whatever’s the matter. He said, seeing the breathless girl standing before him. “Max.” She panted, “It`s Jason. He`s in agony. It`s his …. balls.” Max laughed. It`s the drugs Grace. He just needs milking. See to it would you.” “What! Max, you can`t be serious. I can`t do anything like that!” Stammered Grace between breaths. I still felt shy and a little inhibited, so I closed my eyes which helped give me a small measure of confidence. I look up alongside his truck and notice a section of chain that goes up to a pulley mounted on some boards up above. The flight home was long and lonely, but eventually she made it home. She smiled. “Go?” the weak man said. “No,” my dad groaned. "Cindy, baby, you don't understand." After all, I’m her son, and that would be incest. “Um... on indian second thought... nevermind.” I shuddered at the kiss of her wet pubic hair against my face while the scent of her sweet cream filled my Latina nose. I bottomed out in her. I think she was nervous. She simply smirked while giving a little “hmmph” of self-satisfaction. teen And then her bra came off. Using her thumb, Mom squeezed just under my mushroom head at the amateur end of each stroke causing my piss hole to open up with a watery gloop oozing slowly out. Brenda's look of despair said more than her words. “It's a tradition in this family.”