Kenji walked through the house. He has a double house above while his mother lives below. They bought it together a few years back, and she would take care of him when they still needed it. He didn’t hear her voice down and thought she was out shopping or may be working late.
He went upstairs, put the packaged leather boots on the bed, and undressed. He grabbed a black dildo, lubricated it, and placed it between the cheeks of his round ass to warm it. His butt was big enough to put things on. For men, the bottom of the blood is quite large. He always thought it was fat, and that was his driving force to stay in shape. Still, he was irritated because he was always sticking out of his pants. However, when he was wearing panties, he was always full of the head, and his hairless cheeks looked very hot.
Except for the cock cage and dildo, he laid nude on the bed and unpacked one boot. The plastic bag was from Neiman Marcus. These boots may have been expensive. Was humiliation intended as a kind actor? He slowly opened the bag. He wanted only one boot and then quickly resealed the container to keep the other fresh. He pulled out his shoes and folded the bag under the bed. He was struck by the familiar foot aroma that he used to spend a lot of time in his youth. The boots black leather reflects his agape mouth. He stretched his tongue and kissed it like an old lover. His little penis stretched against the cage, which was now a familiar pressure pain and his anus tingling. He thawed his boots, and the pungent odour became more vigorous. He pushed his face as deep as he could and felt a little damp on his face. He could barely take it. It. he has smelled as if she hadn’t washed her legs for a week. He needed to inhale more and more. He don not know how long it would last. Her punishment was a kind act. He took a dildo between his cheeks and rubbed his bottom to look for his brown mouth. The anus crumpled, and a 7-inch black cock found it to be a warm reception. Kenji imagined that the anus would act as a stiff, raised human male penis like a greedy Guerezque oral sucker. He slipped a fake penis to the buttocks and found the colon. He began to pulsate back and forth. He lay there for what seemed to be hours of the throbbing of sucking air and fucking the ass. It felt good.
Kenji fell asleep. He slipped a fool and pushed his boots under the pillow. He slept soundly. It’s deeper than him since I got that stressful job. The stench remained on his face and gelled between his cheeks. It was warm in his bedroom on Saturday morning. He slept only on the sheets, and when he rolled on his back, all but one leg was exposed. You can guess what happened next.
Kenji’s mother put herself in. She went grocery shopping early in the morning and gave him some fresh fruits. She was a woman in her mid-50s. Her hair is still curled and long, with grey flakes scattered throughout. She was a little belly, but enough chest and full waist even demanded attention. She put the fruit in his sparse refrigerator. She wore activewear as she started the day with a short run that morning, but now it was about 11 am. She exercised and went shopping, but her only son was still asleep. She remembered seeing his car when she got home. So he didn’t go out that night. She knew she shouldn’t be a nose, but maybe he was ill, and she wasn’t a woman with boundaries.
She poked her head in his room and saw him go naked. She soon knew she had gone too far. He slept naked again. Like when he was young. She remembered how often he woke him up and saw his bare shoulders. He claimed she was leaving, and the pyjamas on the ground miraculously returned to him when he came downstairs for breakfast. Still, he dropped his guard and often she found him lying naked. She shook her head and noticed a steel cage holding his penis while she was leaving.
“Oh, Gad, Kenji!” her cry awakened him. He hid immediately.
“Well… go”.
“Kenji, are you okay? Is that what you have?”
Kenji knew she was looking at his cock cage and immediately searched for a lie.
“It’s just a toy. It’s nothing. It’s a joke, and I forgot to take it off. Please.”
She stood in the hallway. I’m trying to give him privacy.
“It looks so painful. Should I need to call an ambulance?” she worried.
“No, no,” he got out of bed and looked for his pyjamas. He wore a grey pair and entered the hallway. It’s just a joke gift. I got drunk because I forgot to drink it last night.”
His mother saw her handsome liar.
“Kenji… is it a sex device?” She was able to share some of his one-time stories. There were too many household items in his anus to count.
He got angry. “Yup”
“You need to take it off.” She sighed and found his sofa in the living room. He continued wearing only sweatpants, she continued. “It’s okay, but you can’t forget it.
