I lovingly began to lick his mushroom head…my tongue tickled his pee slit. This time, I wasn’t just licking his lips…I forced my tongue between his lips…gratified and excited; my son welcomed my tongue into his mouth. My son’s mouth hung wide open and his eyebrows immediately lifted high on his forehead. I quickly said, “A woman my age…well, we want to hear that sort of thing.”
There was a long pause and then, my son said. He’s a bit husky…wears glasses…I gave up trying to get him to wear contacts. I swallowed and replied, “It’s a few…um minutes to 11.”
“JoLyn, do we understand each other? “I’ve been looking forward to this weekend…spending some time alone with you. “Well, it’s true, Mom. I was hoping that my son was going to see alot of boob shots. But I fought off the urge, my impulses squelched the certain knowledge that if I did so…he might be saved and yet, what about my daughter? As i walked into the living room with the tray, I was wondering what he was thinking at that particular moment.
