“At least three times a day, right?” she asked. Blowjob sex Wondering which one she had taken, I turned the magazine over and looked at the cover. The beaker? “Henry Peterson,” she said in that I’m not taking any of your shit way she had, “You will do exactly as I tell you, young man. The less Mom knew about my jerk off sessions the better. Mom paused at the door and looked at me as I lay there naked from the waist down with my dick slowly beginning to wilt. What the hell had just happened? The only thing that mattered was to get the next two weeks over ASAP so the Doc could see if there was anything wrong with me and sort out my problem. “Hurry up, Henry,” she said suddenly, “I’ve got laundry to do.”
I blinked and came to my senses. Dong.” Dong? Now, what should we call those of things we need to talk about?”
Talk?
