“So, are you disappointed”
“Are you kidding What a great movie; pity about the reception. Anal porn “Okay, then,” Mom replied. To be frank, well, being a boobless person, you’ll never quite understand what sort of torture a bra can become. I was whimpering. Her other hand was a cocoon around the whole of my scrotum, squeezing and tugging while I erupted in spasm after spasm. She giggled some more. And I doubt you want to see your old Mom with her boobs hanging out.”
I was at the closet! About every fourth or fifth time down, she just sat there, her cunt like a fist pumping my cock. “Gimme a call! The guys anyway. Then Mom set to work. “Frankly, my dear. We’ve filled the place.”
I didn’t understand. No what, indeed. And once again I was confronted with the bizarre reality that this person I’d always known as Mom was in fact a woman. She fiddled around in there forever, giving me ample time to hunt up an old pair of gym trunks. Her hidden hand fumbled around under the fabric for the longest time.
