Like a good boy, he stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath as he was blushing profusely, and lowered his little sheer pouch letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it.
Her nephew Thomas had just turned 18 and she hoped that he would be accepted to the Larraine Institute in the fall, as did her sister Jane.Jane stroked her son's penis more quickly as she whispered, loud enough for the gathered women to hear, "That's it honey, all the ladies are watching me rub your penis..." A little gasp escaped his quivering lips, and it was a struggle for him to hold still as his mother stimulated him so skillfully. " rang out across the room as spurt after spurt rushed forth into the glass bowl."Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy..I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart..for mommy..for mommy..." At that moment, Thomas's oldest sister Karen stepped up to his other side and held a glass bowl in front of his penis so as to catch his semen when he ejaculated, leaving about eight inches of space so that all the ladies would have a clear view of each spurt as it launched out of his darkly-swollen pink head. Jane's hand kept up a steady long stroke, working her son's penis without pause to wring every last drop of semen from his body.Thomas was wearing a beautiful white thong pouch panty as he greeted each lady or group of ladies at the door, taking their coats and escorting them into the home as a gentleman should.Once they had all arrived, he circulated in the room with a tray of crackers and brie, and refilling wine glasses until his mother told him it was time.