I unbuckled my pants with one hand, the other still fisted in Carrie's hair. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum. Carrie gasped, her half-lidded eyes widening for a split second as she stared at it, her mouth parting like she couldn't help herself.
I glanced up and caught Tom standing there in the corner, his pants tented with a pathetic little bulge. His small dick was clearly hard, the loser getting off on watching his own mother kneel for me.
I shook my head, disgusted, and focused back on Carrie. "Look at your son over there, getting hard watching this. Pathetic family, huh?"
She didn't answer, just stared at my cock like she'd never seen one before. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small bottle of Sensual Massage Oil from the shop. Popped the cap and poured a thick stream right over my shaft, the warm, slick liquid coating every inch, making it gleam under the living room lights.
"Suck it," I ordered, voice low and rough.
