“Ohh god baby that’s right!….yeah! I’ve already raised three children I know what I’m doing. “How old are you?” Michael asked sharply. I gulped. You got two hands, use the other!”
My mom wasted no time in gently stroking my penis as she continued to keep up with Michael’s increasingly rough blowjob. Take off your clothes before you sit down, only fair right?” said Michael, his voice less angry and a bit more fatherly than before. “How old are you?” Michael asked sharply. To say I didn’t like this guy was an understatement. That night changed everything. I peeled off my sweatpants and then quickly stepped out of my boxers, my raging boner impossible to ignore. She wasn’t embarrassed, we had seen each other in more private positions than this many times. “You don’t have a problem with that do you Tiff?” Michael said angrily, annoyed at her break from sucking his dick. My mother meanwhile, seemed to be in a trance, sucking his dick like her life depended on it, never breaking eye contact with him.
