I braced myself for another slap."That was little bratty, Jon," Mom said, raising her right hand. "Do you think it was worth it?"I cringed. Mom's hand...closed on my head, but slowly. Grasping a handful of my hair, Mom pulled my head toward her and pulled her blouse apart with the other. "Suck it, you bad boy," Mom hissed, lifting her left breast and feeding her long nipple into my mouth.I sucked her nipple in hard but she still pushed her tit into my face and pulled on my head, her hand working. He once told me--I thought jokingly, for I am a straight man--that I could ejaculate in his mouth if I wanted to. I determined, today, to take him up on that offer. This was, certainly, a day on which I felt like taking people up on old offers--a day that I felt required something of me; to bury my penis in a moist, warm place, and to climax.My friend was clearly of East-Asian descent, being one of the precious few people in my area who were shorter than myself by even a centimetre; and his. The closet had turned into an embarrassment though. Whenever I needed to open it, junk would come crashing out of it onto the pathway of the hall.It took me over two hours to go through everything that was in there. I ended up getting rid of some of my college text books, some clothes I hadn't worn in a few years, and probably never would have worn again, especially several pairs of grungy old tennis shoes that I'd failed to throw away when laces broke or holes in the soles had developed. When. ”The kids were Ubering to, and from, Knuckleheads Saloon. With their fake IDs that showed them to be 18. They would be seeing Yvette Landry. Walker and I had caught her act during our Louisiana sojourn. A Cajun girl who sounds like a whiskey-soaked 60-year old. But is a young slip of a lass. Sings a lot of her songs in French. Ooh, la!The joint is down in a sketchy part of the Forgotten Northeast, but it’s family-friendly with good security. The kids won’t be able to order beer ... tough.