Tuesday, September 27, 2016
The Magical Cocoa Mystery
This Story reminds me of a story a friend told me when we were at school.
He said he used to like to have a wank first thing after waking up in the morning in bed. Also, every morning his Mom would bring him in a hot cup of cocoa to drink. He said that he could always hear his Mom always knocked on the door shortly before entering so he was never caught. Well he also told me he sometimes liked to listen to music while he wanked.He didn't say if it was Madonna, Pat Benatar, or maybe even George Michael. Son one morning he woke up, put his headphone on, cranked up some music and got busy with his morning wank. Like a lot of people do when receiving pleasure, they close their eyes.
So here he was in bed, music through his headphones playing, eyes closed and jerking like mad! He shot-off his load of cum into a tissue and laid there for a few more minutes to catch his breath. He then removed his headphones and went to set them on the nightstand by the bed.
To his horror, he noticed that there was now a nice, hot cup of cocoa now sitting on his nightstand! I guess good old Mom didn't want to disturb her Son while he was enjoying himself.
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ReplyDeleteI want to thank you for your great story. When i was a young boy i lived with my grandparent most of the time. When i wake either at night before i went to sleep or in the morning. Most of the time my stuff would over shot the toilet paper i had in my hand and flew onto the sheets. Grandma never said a word about it.
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