Rod looked relieved. I was pretty sure I had discovered what I needed to control my effect, but I still faced the same dilemma every horny teenager faced. Okxxx She stopped when she heard me enter, but it had been loud enough to escape the house. (Hours later, I’d push my prick to the edge with self-abuse thinking about my mother standing over me, tears in her eyes, shaking her fist, demanding that I rip off her clothes and force my seven inch cock into her overheating cunt.) The reality shriveled me to the size of a peanut. “Rod, you’ve been a good son long enough. Mom’s attention and frustration transferred to her fingers flying to remove the top sweater button from it’s hole.
