It’s what they do. Sex There’s nothing else I can do. She’s having fun. I instinctively tilt my head back, moaning wildly as Ipush mom’s head all the way down my shaft. But all the others won’t hide this. How tight would she be? I need to take care of it and fast. Minutes pass of me savoring the feeling of mom’s throat on my cock. Oh my. Especially in your case.”
“Oh, really?” I ask, switching to the next plate, “Why do you say that?”
“Well, with you being friendless for a while, it tells quite a story.”
“I don’t see you with any friends.”
“Honey, take a moment to consider that you exist.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“Exactly. It’s all just intrusive thinking. Deeper. Probably more than I was a few minutes ago. You get it from mommy, after all. Probably more than I was a few minutes ago. She then guides herself up and down my cock, sliding it in and out of her soft, tight, warm, little pussy. My mother’s a stunning woman. Vulgar thought after vulgar thought. Hell, she looked like she loved it. No thinking. No intrusive thoughts. She’s not laughing anymore. That’s right. It’s either I get something she doesn’t want or I do something beyond unsanitary and morally wrong…Unless I can suggest something else for her. Faster. What do I do?