As I finish up washing dishes, I wonder out loud what makes my son want to come in my Handiwipes so badly. I call you into the room and ask why so many of them keep disappearing. You claim to not know, but I tell you that I’ve found them in your bathroom–covered in your cum. And if you won’t confess your fetish to me, I’ll have to prove it myself. I get my tits all soapy with the wipes, rubbing them on my and moaning. I can see your erection, so I order you to get on the countertop. Using the soapy wet towels, I start jerking you off then make you cum by letting you fuck my big soft soapy boobs.
