I wasn’t able to get an erection, I had zero interest in fucking my mom even if I did, but I had to say something because Dad was being a hypocrite. I had practically begged my mom to let me do it. A woman like Cupid had a natural charisma, and she naturally took leadership roles, much like my mother. “It’s fine, Master. I had spent my entire life being taught NEVER to say it – by MY mother, and now to find out that she considered herself the President of a club of self-admitted cunts – was a mind fuck. If the cops come or something, have the good sense to haul ass. “Just peachy, Sir!”
“How about calling me Master?” Evan asked playfully as he tossed a wreath that bounced off the back of my sister’s head and skittered to the head. It jingled. You have all year to figure that out.
