He gulped, we were both unsure of what was happening. I thought back to my teenaged self, so confident, I used to enjoy giving head, I was proud to do...it. I looked at him, my son.. Yes that made this very awkward (to say the least).. But there he was, sitting, waiting.. nervous, but patient and eager. He heard me earlier, offer to suck his dick if he cleaned up and behaved the rest of the day.. He didn’t freak out or make threats, he did it! He cleaned and behaved.. He wanted his mother to give. "Ye can just stop yer scowlin' at me, lil' missy. I'm not the one what's punishin' ye, ye can be sure enough of that," Celes said with a veiled hint of anger and bitterness. As much as she wanted to apologize for the way she'd treated Danica, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Every word made her wince, but she was afraid to break out of character now.A knock sounded on the door, and Celes opened it. Two men entered carrying a mattress. The crone gestured impatiently, and the men removed the. ’ He stepped up to me and swiftly removed my shift, scorching the skin that his fingers touched. I could feel the familiar tingles and wetness begin already, yet something new was happening within me. It felt deeper and older, yet new at the same time. As our hands moved over each other’s bodies, they left a trail of sparks. There in the moonlight our energies became tangible and visible. He softly laid himself on the cool grass and waited for me to make a move. I carefully lowered myself on. She didn’t have enough air for conversation yet, but Miles knew how she felt anyway. ‘Aw, hey Amy, it won’t be that bad. It’s just one night and he’s a nice enough guy. Man, he nearly killed himself to win that bet. I feel kind of bad for putting the idea in his head though.’ ‘What?’ Amy looked at Miles for an explanation. ‘Yeah, I told him you’d never go out with a guy that couldn’t out run you. But it was his idea to make it a bet.’ ‘It isn’t about running, Miles, you know that. He is so.