Her tongue probed mine lightly. I paused near the door and stared at her keys. I was confused at first at the abrupt action, yet my hand instinctively wrapped around it and began to pump steadily. I humped her hand and tried to find her nipples with my thumbs, but it was too hard over her thick bra. I only saw mom once and that was just before heading out to work. I lapped at the head like she had mine and she responded by thrusting against me. “You have like, all boy bands.” I continued berating her choice in music. Friday night had rolled around and my buddies were begging me to go out with them, but I really didn’t feel like getting drunk. “Sometimes, just shut the fuck up.” She breathed, presumably lost in the sensations. “Sometimes, just shut the fuck up.” She breathed, presumably lost in the sensations. “What time do you get out of work?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. We truly were her pride and joy no matter what, and she made sure everyone knew that. “Yeah, okay.
