Emergency call from stepson – latex milking in the study

My stepson calls work in a panic: “Come home immediately, it’s urgent!” I race home, quietly open the door to my study – and there he is, legs spread wide on my couch, pants down, shirt up, cock hard and dripping. I’ve been waiting… right here, he grins. I lock the door, pull on my white latex gloves; the squeaking makes him flinch. I kneel between them, gripping his shaft tightly with both hands. “Now I’m going to milk you dry, until there’s absolutely nothing left.” I really get going: firm, fast strokes, the latex squeaking with every up and down motion, precum smearing everything. I have his balls in one hand, squeezing and rolling them gently – he’s already groaning loudly. Faster, harder, squeezing the head each time, until he writhes and whimpers, “Please…” Three, four hard thrusts, and he spurts thickly over my gloves, landing on his stomach and running down. I just keep milking, slowly squeezing the shaft from bottom to top, getting out the last viscous drops, until his penis is just twitching and empty.