Masterbate

When he was sure they were gone, he allowed himself to open his eyes, the room spinning around him. The sticky residue of Brett's cum clung to his face, a stark reminder of the nightmare he'd just endured. He reached down, his hand trembling, to adjust the tent in his hospital gown. The fabric was damp with pre-cum, his body's traitorous response to the depraved scene that had just unfolded before him.

He felt dirty, violated in a way that no physical **** could ever match. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone, the screen a beacon of cold, digital light in the darkness. He scrolled through the photos from the night before, his mother's face contorted with pleasure as Brett's cock plunged into her, the sound of their moans echoing in his ears. He couldn't stop himself from touching himself, the images a siren's call that his body responded to despite his mind's protests.

Alex's hand moved in slow, torturous strokes, his thoughts consumed by the sticky warmth that had coated his face. The smell of their sex lingered in the room, a phantom presence that haunted him with every breath. His cock grew harder with each touch, his thoughts a tangled web of anger, lust, and despair. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Brett had claimed him, marked him as his property.

On the screen of his phone, the images of his mother's betrayal played out like a twisted pornographic film. He watched, his breathing ragged, as Brett's thick cock plunged into her again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy. The sound of their lovemaking was burned into his mind, a symphony of moans and slaps of flesh that echoed through his thoughts like a never-ending loop. And all the while, the feel of his bully's cum on his skin, a constant reminder of his newfound role in their depraved dance.

Alex's hand moved faster, his strokes more erratic as he whispered, "Cum inside my mommy," the words slipping from his lips like a guilty confession. His body tensed, his toes curling against the cold hospital floor as he felt the inevitable climax building. He was so lost in his own perverse fantasy that he didn't notice the nurse who had entered the room, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.

The nurse, a young, attractive brunette with a figure that could make any man's head turn, had come to check on him after hearing the commotion from the hallway. She'd expected to find a patient in distress, not one caught in the throes of a masochistic masturbation session fueled by the pain of his mother's infidelity. She froze, her eyes glued to the screen of his phone, where the image of Brett's cock slammed into Linda's pussy played out in high definition.

Her own body responded to the sight, a flush rising to her cheeks as she took in the scene. She should have been repulsed, but instead, she felt a twinge of arousal, her hand involuntarily straying to her own chest to soothe the sudden ache in her nipples. She watched as Alex's hand moved faster, his hips bucking upward as he whispered, "Cum inside my mommy," his voice a hoarse, **** plea. His dick exploded, shooting his cum into the air as he moaned out for his mommy.