“Grab my desk chair and sit, Mom. “Good night.”
It was six-thirty. “C’mon, Mom. Her eyes roved length and girth. He sucked at most games, but it was good to hear his interest. Her reaction was markedly different from seeing my naked hard cock upon returning home the day before. “I bet you could have put it to much better use.”
“Oh, you horrible boy!” Mom wrenched herself off of the chair and fled into the hall. Her gaze intensified as she knelt to the carpet in my room. She glanced down. Now that I’ve seen it, I may start overthinking my motivations. “I guess you’ll miss it, then.” I teased, slowly bucking my hips, countering my hand’s movements. You want to see it hard, don’t you?” I held the zipper tab. You took longer to change than I expected.
