Her mouth pumped my cock for another two minutes before I grew limp. My cock had never felt anything as slick and as hot as my mother’s mouth. I heard her speak. I heard her door slam behind me right when I reached mine. “What are you going to do to her?” My mother watched me from the kitchen entrance. She tugged their button hard enough to unsnap it and jam the zipper. “Momma, oh momma!” I groaned. I was yelling at my mom, telling her to fuck me harder. My fingers closed around my mother’s soft flesh, and I pushed my palm gently into it. Both her hands had found cunt, and they dug frantically between her legs. This was true, me, standing between the light and the dark afraid to go inside and afraid of what hunted out in the darkness. I imagine my dick hewing into her flesh. I was so inexperienced and so horny it readied to betray my building fantasy.
