“OK. I’ll leave money out for pizza, sweetheart,” Sharon said. Josh left, frustrated and angry at himself. He stormed out of the house, his cock hard, his teenage hormones surging. He was disgusted at his inability to take control of his whorish mother. He was disgusted with her teasing, her wantonness, her slutty actions, her motherliness… After school, Josh came home to an empty house. He liked blowjob it better when his mother was there to greet him; to kiss him on the cheek while he glanced down her plunging neckline; to hug her tightly and smell her perfume; to watch her cook dinner in her short, tight skirts. “Why couldn’t she be waiting, naked, when he got home from school? Why couldn’t his mother be on her knees for him, ready to suck his cock?” he wondered. He had been mad at himself all day. He knew his mother was a submissive slut but he couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of it. “Shit, she fantasizes about my cock, and wants a man to control her and I can’t do it!” He sighed dejectedly. He felt as if he was relegated to jacking off thinking about her forever. How could he make her fall over the edge of desire…? He had already put his hard cock in front of her and she didn’t act on it. What else could he do? 'Maybe she wrote in her diary last night?' he thought. ‘Maybe there is something there that could inspire him to act? I tried my best to make no facial expression as I considered how this changed the game. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master’s degree in communications. I like your fingers up there.” All the guys around me started laughing and high fiving. He then asked me to get off the ball and bend over touching the floor without bending my knees. Just as I was finishing I saw Charles standing there with a towel in his hand, watching me. When our eyes met he said, Truly an example of the phrase, “curves in all the right places.” It paired very well with her cute face and cotton-candy locks that curled around her boobs. I want justice, not for you to proceed with caution.” Considering the mess Alex and I made of our speedos earlier in the evening I decided on the ones without the logo on the front. "Ok, I give up" she said trying to pull my hand away from her. "Alright," I asked, "what's wrong?" After that, I stand up walk around the table to her, grab her hand and stand her up “I blowjob need your cock!” She says as she kneels down behind the counter. Our lips met met and her mouth tasted like chocolate. If I can keep her attention, or even better send her for Acheron’s whose presence would ensure her silence, we might still be able to save this situation. Once again I was engrossed in what I was doing and took no notice of his closeness or his hand on my shoulder or on the back of my neck, though this did give me a warm feeling. In all the thousands of orgasms that I’ve had I could feel my pussy throbbing and the muscles around it contracting and relaxing.