He reached for it, but I pulled it away. “It’s not good, Race. Blowjob sex “That’s YOUR homework!” He shouted and stomped back into his room. “It’s a sin to breed your mommy.” I cried. That was it. “Sorry.”
My son climbed onto the bed and cuddled against me. It was a heavy hide-a-bed, with a low edge to the carpet. When Race laid out clothes for me the next day, I ignored them. Soft cock dangled in my face. He was just as likely to orgasm in his mother’s fuck slot with dry heaves as often with floods of fertile cock cream. He must have pushed them under one at a time. We’ll be out on the street.
