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I was tired of fighting with my mom. So maybe that’s why, instead of making war, my mom wanted to try making a little love. Or maybe a lot of love.
First rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom. Second rule of fighting with my mom. Don’t talk about fighting with my mom! Sorry, Brad Pitt, but I just have to. It’s therapeutic. Otherwise, I could internalize this stuff forever and develop ass cancer and die. Although, that could very well happen anyway. Regardless, I stand by my original statement. I need to get this stuff off my chest.
“Luther!” my mom practically screamed, after finding my bedroom door closed for the umpteenth time, before my bedroom door came flying open, and there was my fire-breathing cute little mom, with her cute little barely covered bubbly body, and once again sans bra, in a skimpy little t-shirt and even skimpier pink panties.
“Mom?” I practically whined, I’m not sure it was because I was mortified, or because my cock and balls were so sore from almost constant stimulation at the hands of Lucy for well over an hour straight.
“Out!” My mom pointed down the hall.
“Okay…” I smirked.