“I know you…you like this girl…” I gasped, “but…but you…uhhh…don’t…don’t want to…to make the mistakes…your father did.”
My hands clutched the lip of the sink as my bottom shook without my control. He pulled out of me, and I pushed up in order to position myself over the back of the couch, draping myself over the top, my bare bottom facing toward him, my legs beneath me, I on my knees, my hairy and wet pussy ready for reentry. Sex That’s a promise, and I keep my promises…Now let’s just be silent for a while. It’s the best possible outcome.”
“Yes, Mom,” said Kyle in a quiet voice. He opened the fridge door, removed the jar of strawberry jam, walked up behind me, and removed a small butter knife from the silverware drawer on my immediate right. Don’t forget this important talk.”
“I won’t forget,” said Kyle quietly. “This isn’t just about lying. I struggled for years trying to earn my place in society, trying to earn any respect at all, and I like to think I have it now. “All right,” I said as I removed Kyle’s head from my right breast. “I’m almost there! …Oh…Oh, you’re so good at this, Son! …Oh, I’m so proud of you! …Keep going! …Almost there…Oh…Oh, oh, oh…Oh, yes…Oh, let’s milk those balls…Oh, yes…Oh, let’s milk them…Oh, let’s milk those blue balls…Oh, oh,
