Instead, I saw her as the somewhat remote director of my upbringing. Looking back, I can see that the terrible time I caused for her during late pregn...ncy contributed to her border-line mental illness, her obsession regarding me and her fears that she had birthed a monster, her pathological drive to keep me on the path of good.If she could have turned me into a priest or monk, she would have been overjoyed with that outcome for me, her first and only child, her Son.My Father was a weak willed. We started making out, lots and lots. I’m feeling her up all over.I move in between her legs and pull her pj bottoms down. Heaven. I can see her juices glistening off her pussy. She’s cleanly shaven. I look into her eyes and ask her if she’s willing to go further. I’ve never been a fan of eating pussy. I don’t know if it’s just because I’ve never had a pussy good enough to eat or if I just don’t like the taste. Well, I’ve learned it’s. It was nine in the night and wanted to watch a movie n decided to watch murder2. The show was at 10.30 in a nearby multiplex as it was rainy week I had hardly any good clothes to wear so I wore my gym clothes white muscle tee and grey track pants.I had spicy sizzler for dinner in the mall it very cold as the whole day it kept raining and still it was drizzling slightly. My t-shirt was slightly wet as I had become wet in rain while riding my bike. I did not bother to take any jacket with me. My. My 9 year old imagination running wild, I snuck out of my room and checked to see if there were thieves that broke into my house. It was early, around 6am, and I heard the noise again. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, so I snuck down the stairs, and creeped around till I was able to see what was going on. To my surprise, I saw Mr. Stevens leaning against the counter with his pants around his ankles, and my mom was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth, and she was.