To both our surprise, I walked in on mom's cries, and not noticing wide eyes, but entranced by her thighs, I thought up quick lies, to tell dad or his spies, should I obtain that sweet prize to fill with cream pies.
Mom calls me into the department store changing room to ask my opinion on a pair of jeans and tshirt. "Why do you keep looking at the tshirt," she asks. "Does the colour not suit me?"
Mom lost a bet with me and has to pose in her underwear outside. "I stand in front of the window but not outside!" Mom says. "I can't believe I'm doing this! Don't tell anyone!"
Hard to not take it personally after she just showered my face with a gallon of spit gagging on their massive douchebag cocks. At least they were kind enough to let me watch...and jerk off. I even started to support their actions. "That's not my Mom. That
