Steve reached over and pulled on the strap at the snap and tugged on it. Was he going to be a mother-fucker? Snow fell silently as he walked. As he stroked it again his mom gave a deep groan. He’d received it as a present for his last birthday. “That’s not too big.”, he thought. After a moment, his mom started pushing back and forth, fucking herself. An empty vodka bottle was on the floor, and another partial bottle was between his arm and his chest. Although his record was very good, his team wasn’t. He was going to have to fuck his mom while he had the chance! As his brain began to function again he took several more pictures of his mom’s face, covered with his cum. It was soaked with sweat. He moved back to where her ass stuck out obscenely over the end of the sawhorse. His cock was hard as steel and there was a large wet spot on his t-shirt from the constant stream of pre-cum from the head of his cock. Instead, he found himself walking back home for another boring evening.
