I felt my fingers sliding out of me, with the latex band pinched between them. When it was completely out, I inspected it and could see some stretch marks across the surface of it, but it wasn't torn. I washed it off and placed it in its case, then headed back out to the bedroom.
My son was lying there, the covers coming up to his waist, but I could see that his c**k was still hard. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deep. I pulled the sheets back and crawled in to bed with him. I curled up and felt his arm wrap around me and pull me tight into him. I rested my hand on his chest and just started gently caressing his chest, then his stomach. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep, hoping when I woke up I would go back to usual, safe self again.
I laid there caressing his stoma
