“Come on, Mom. Just a little,” Matt whispered in the kitchen. “No,” she replied sharply. “But it’s been an entire week without—” “No!” she whispered, pointing the long sharp kitchen knife in her hand at me to make the point. She had been dicing tomatoes o...
Matt had to pry his eyes away from his mother’s breasts just as he did for his lips. They were magnificent, thick, and the source of many, many nights of masturbation for him over the years. In fact, last night, his mom had been walking around downstairs...
She peeled her pants off one leg at a time. Placing the pair of pants on his computer chair opposite the bed, she was careful not to make any sound. They were piled on top of a neat stack of wash that she had folded for him the night before. She told him...
I stood in the hallway of Kirkwood Hall, or ‘professor row’ as the other students called it. My thumb drew incessant circles in my sweaty palm as I paced small circles near the wall between two offices. I can’t do this. I can’t do this, repeated in my hea...
