I needed to get my Mom out of my head but she didn't want to be evicted. Every time I realized I hadn't thought of her tits for a Fucking while, she was back in my head. Every time she was back in my head I didn't say to her to put a signature on a paper or to sign a check for whatever. No. I told her to go to her bedroom and amateur come back into the living room without wearing a bra. If ever I would have the guts to tell her anything like that. In a trance I drove to the mall, more than once wondering how much her tits would fill my hands. Would they spill or would I wish for more? First time ever I drove the Jag sporting a boner and when I needed to adjust him in my pants anxiously, I thought our tainted windows a bonus. The straightening of my dick was only making him harder. Etching my mother into my subconscious more and more. Mentally I deepthroat probed her cunt for her wetness while I was parking the car. Getting out of the Jaguar and mentally tasting her fluids I was brutally yanked out of my thoughts with the words:” Hey, you cheat. You're having a boner without me Double saying hi.” It took me a few moments to gather my wits and to realize a real Bridget was talking to me and this was not mature a mental projection I could command to kingdom come. My intention, awareness and my mouth met somewhere halfway and I answered her not exactly timid like I used to talk to Bridget,“ Follow me, Bridget. I need to talk to you.” I already made strides towards the nearest diner when the thought hit me that she was following me in short deliberate steps on her high heels trying to keep up instead of being the tease she usually was. I didn't look back and kept my pace, Bridget click-clacking behind me. Remembering to be a gentleman I held the door open for her with a serious, angry mask on my face trying in vain to excommunicate my mother from my mind. After sprints, drills, playthroughs, and coach implementing a few new mature plays, she finally gathers us up and goes over what’s all going on for this weekend. Olivia immediately complied. “No. I w want to go home … to S-Solstheim.” Green! electricity raced though my body. The girls seemed to be satisfied with this approach and we spent the next hour talking about what to do the next day. I Fucking spent the next half hour in silence. "Oh, I don't know where she is right now, she might be out and about already with my dad. Was there a pattern to the placement of statues? She then used her fingers to scoop up the cum off her face and feed it to herself. Mom is seated in her customary amateur place, which is to the right deepthroat of Dad's chair. I thought it would be Double nice to go easy and carefully as my 1 wrong move and I would lose her forever. “I agreed to go easy on you,” Silas warned. She gave him a funny look “if you want I can give you some pointer on giving blow jobs”?