“What is your will, Son?”
The way she spoke caused me to hear, “What is your will, Master?”
“Suck it, Mom. Ding! Desi sex My ability to snark back fled as double crosshairs settled on my groin. I wish I could have left them arguing – like I had a few days prior. I focused my attention on the feeling of soaking in my mother’s talented mouth. I didn’t recognize it. “Bro, I baked these. “You fucking asshole!” The next one punched my ribs. I’ll be fine. She murmured a prayer. She must have listened to be sure I was changing. “Good talk.”
Two days later, Mom stepped into my room. Loyalty to my father still clawed my guts, but its talons retracted as Mom gazed at the growing column of my sex, her hovering
