Helping Henry: Chapter Two
Henry asks his mother to ditch her shirt.
Before long, the event I’d originally described as a “one-time thing” became a daily tradition. Every night before bed, Henry would go into his room, turn off the lights, and wait naked beneath his sheet. A few minutes later, I’d come in, slip on my trusty latex glove, apply some lotion, and stroke his erection until he came. After a few days, it was becoming as much a part of our daily routine as making breakfast or gett...