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Your country not here? Contact us. Bean Bag Chair Surprise. Uncategorized Being a mom of three kids is tough. Being a single mom of three kids is even tougher. When I walked through the door with groceries in both hands after a long day at work I was about as stressed as it gets.
The boys were nowhere to be found, so naturally I had to make the extra trips back to the car to get the rest of the groceries. Once back in the house my anger spurred me to go see where they were. My 12 year old was in his room, face buried in a book with his earbuds in. My 9 year old was sound asleep on the sofa. My 16 year old was nowhere to be found.
I continued to search. I headed down to the basement and spotted him sitting facing away from me in a beanbag chair. As I got close enough to see over his shoulder I was caught off guard. On his iPad was a porn movie playing. The scene was pretty raunchy. Another step closer and I saw it. My son had paused stroking his cock and was just holding it in all its glory. It was beautiful! He was easily 8 inches and as thick as my wrist with big, bulging veins, a large round cock head with a slit big enough to slip the end of my pinky into it and massive balls that would make most men jealous.
I was flushed with arousal. He began stroking it again, gently and slowly, clearly enjoying his own touch, his big testicles gently bouncing up and down with each stroke.
