I obeyed! I left shamefaced, not knowing if my mother had been bred---was I to have a half-brother 21 years later? 10 minutes later they emerged, and ...ason made to leave. The final insult was when my mother, at the front door, French kissing him good bye, told me, 'Lick his boots'. I did in total subservience, as I watched their French kiss---the SAME French kiss that greeted me when I FIRST saw them together - this blond bully, and my slut mum. When Jason finally left so so triumphantly, I. You are young, having just turned 23, and your pieces have earned you a few awards. But as of late, you haven't gotten any good subjects to write about. You've been relegated to beat coverage to pass the time, mostly because your editor isn't willing to pony up the bucks required to undertake a good investigative report in these trying economic times. Though the gig has been boring the last year or so, so boring in fact that you've entertained the idea of changing careers, your editor drops a. “Well? Do I know him? How long’s this been going on? Another professor who’s fallen at your feet” he asked bitterly.Each question was a knife in her heart. She wanted to look up at him, but couldn’t.Her constricted throat mangled out “It’s a she. Not a he.”He could make nothing of her words. “What did you say. Come on.You don’t usually have trouble speakin’ your mind.”She flung her head back, defiant as she had been once before, her clan blood preferring fight to flight in the face of disgrace. She slowly stroked my cock with both hands, bringing the head to her lips and giving it a kiss, rubbing her lips over it, teasing me. She raised my cock and kissed my balls, tracing her tongue across the underside of my dick. I could do nothing more than stand there savoring every lick as she worked her tongue over the head of my dick. She soon closed her mouth around me and slid the length of my cock down her throat as she reached around and took hold of my ass, squeezing both cheeks and.