Another boring Church Sunday afternoon. I was zoning out in that stuffy sacrament hall, some guy droning on about eternal families, when my phone buzzed hard against my thigh. My stomach flipped the second I saw the message. Mother’s room. So plugged up it hurts. Leaking bad. Come now. My cock stiffened instantly, pressing against my slacks. Helping Sarah with her full tits had become this secret, addictive rush since the...