It had a circular target painted on it. Like I said, I fantasized about her sparingly, to keep the fetish potent. Anal sex “Are you sure you’re not going to your room and masturbating after watching me?” For a while now, I hadn’t seen her get even slightly aroused by my cock’s towering presence. Silence formed behind me. My dick scraped up the inside of my trousers, saluting my naked mother. “Pee in the shower.” Mom instructed. A knock startled me. Her hands reached to her shirt and unbuttoned it. Hot water was already running, steaming all metal surfaces. Had someone spiked the hot wings with cocaine? Get a room.” It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever said. Each time her body or clothes caught flying spunk, she would scurry away, angry as fuck but not at me. I sank lower in my chair, hoping to melt into a puddle of ‘don’t poop on me.’ Two fans on high speed flung shit back and forth across the table.
