Mommy Lessons
Fucking practice is much more fun when Mommy's the coach
“Aww, sweetie, is your belly bothering you, too?” Lynn, my mother, asked. She pressed her hand against my head and leaned over me. She was barely dressed, wearing the same nightdress she’d worn last night beneath her house robe. Her small, supple breasts fell over me. “Yeah, bad chicken....” “Well,” she said, “you’re not running a fever.” She leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “And you’re a much better actor than your...