*That was over the line mom, I’m sorry*
I knew he was anguishing over my silence. So why not?*
*I’ve been too scared.*
My first time was a horror, and everything that happened was confusing. Porn On the screen was a picture of my son’s penis. We continued on slowly while he held my waist in his hands. Not that I cared about that. I wonder if its one thing to be eaten out and another for your son to slide his cock into the place he emerged form eighteen long years ago. No telling if I was going to be okay with the actual sex part. The fabric pulled on my things and soon I could feel a pressure running pleasantly through the fabric.
