“There you are young man — I could use some help?” She still had not turned around — practically balancing on her bare toes. Mom wore her norm...l Saturday attire — old gray shorts that used to be mine and a ugly sweat shirt that she had when she went to University... about a million years before.“That stool doesn’t look safe mom.”She spoke in that adult voice every eighteen year-old knew, “I know that Jason...!” She turned to look at me and then stopped with her mouth open.The box started to. I sucked him again that day and could tell that he was a little more at ease. He held the back of my head and began thrusting in and out of my mouth and I could tell that he was enjoying himself and to tell you the truth, I loved it. Again, he came in my mouth and I swallowed all I could, but let the rest dribble down my chin. It was a wonderful day. After our 2nd encounter, he would just send me a text saying “now is good” and I would go over immediately and give him the satisfaction he. "I'll really try." I know you will, Sis, and I love you very much." I bent down and gaveher a hug and a kiss on the cheek."Eww, gross!" she exclaimed, wiping the kiss off with the back of herhand. "I don't like boys kissing me." She paused and then gave me asilly look. We both laughed.Mom was waiting for us in the kitchen. "Beth told me all about you goingto Mrs. Johnson's with her. I didn't think she recognized you in thepark, but I am glad that everything worked out alright." Me too, Mom," I. I finished grading the last quiz as she rubbed my sides. “Go get my handbag, sweetie,” she commanded. I reluctantly left her comfy lap and retrieved her handbag. She rummaged through it and pulled out a red rubber ball with straps around it. My eyes grew wide, seeing the ball gag, yet another object of submission. I trembled and opened my mouth obediently, feeling her pull the straps over my head. She gently pushed the ball into my mouth, gagging me. I mumbled excitedly while she adjusted.