The way home

It was the end of November and the corona pandemic had just really picked up speed again. So it was not surprising that Tim was surrounded by masked people on the way back.
Tim's sexuality in particular had been damaged by this lockdown. Since there was simply nothing left on, he couldn't tow anything.
Instead, he was watching a lot on Pornhub right now, especially interracial and mother / son **** porn that had done it to him.

Now he thought miserably that an interracial fuck with an African woman was going to be difficult, and with his mother ... Well, neither of his parents had shown this kind of interest in him so far.
Finally he arrived at his student dorm. He unlocked quickly, when he went in he almost stumbled over his father's trolley suitcase. "Father!?" he asked after the door had slammed shut. "Hello son! Wait a minute, I'm in the bathroom! And don't be alarmed, I just look a little different ...".
"Oh, okay!" said Tim, sat down on the sofa and wondered what his father had already invented again.