“Mom, I don’t know how mature I am but I don’t care to hurt Dad. “You weren’t there so I doubt if you would be able to help. “Yeah. In fact he drove me back to Carl. He got me my own apartment and spent three nights a week with me. “Should I come too?” she asked and I almost lost it. Mom bore down on me. I did not want a romance with anyone else. “Hey, don’t point that thing at me. Take when a seventeen year old guy walks into his mother’s office unannounced and sees her sucking her boss off you tend to blow it yourself – figuratively speaking, of course. She had washed her face and applied new makeup. “What was that?” she asked. “Are you going to tell your father?”
“Whoever he may be,” I answered in a bitter voice. When she run down, I asked, “Do you still have your cherry”
“What did you just say?”
I tried again, “Do you suck cock?”
She looked at me kind of funny.
