“Okay baby, pull it out slowly.”
“Are we done?”
Opening her eyes, she tried not to laugh. “Of course, we do. “Do you at least masturbate?”
She was wrong; he could turn redder. Relax, we will get it in. I can’t force you, but I will promise you this, I won’t
be wearing clothes at all anymore, and I will tease you relentlessly.”
He was almost there. She laid the contents of the bag out on her bed and looked over the colors. Somehow, that need hadn’t transferred to her son. “The nub right her is my clitoris. There weren’t any wrinkles on the corners of her blue eyes, and her blonde hair was long. Then she felt his hands on her chest. Making him, actually say what he wanted was a good way to instruct him
on how to be a man. A gasp of feigned
horror escaped her lips. “Mom, it’s too tight,” Daniel cried out, but he sank back into her.
