.. You do what I say... when I say it, without question..."John stopped just then and looked down at the sheet his mother had used to cover herself. "...om? Who told you that you could cover yourself up? I don't remember saying it was ok." Well I... that is I just thought..." You just what mom?" John asked in a quite tone that sent shivers down his mothers back."I just thought..." Well you see, that's the problem right there." John said with a cruel laugh. "Your a slut now mom... a piece of. What do I know? 1) My mom is not my mom. 2) Her name is Laura. 3) I dont know where I come from. 4) Most importantly – the woman I believed to be my mother has become overwhelmingly in need of my cum. 5) I fucked her. 6) I loved it. My mom was waiting for me back in the living room. We had just finished having sex there, and though I knew it was a mind-blowing experience, it was also bordering on traumatizing. I wished I could get back into the mindset I was in when I was on top of her,. It took about half an hour before she stopped, but it was a different woman who looked at me and smiled sheepishly."I'm sorry Tommy," she said, "But..." But nothing mum, I expected it, do you think I didn't cry when I got out?"I squatted down in front of her and took her face between my hands."Until you can get on your feet mum, this is home, it's not much, but it's ours, it's clean, and the rent's up to date, welcome home mum."She hugged me tightly and cried again, but thankfully only for a. Stick out your tongue, Jennifer yelled and I was able to catch a spaghetti stream of pre-cum on my tongue and suck it out. Well, the head never got in, but I exploded, and came harder than I had ever cum in my whole life. And the guy did end up getting some pictures of me cumming on my face and in my mouth.After that I realized I had been tricked by an evil dominant bitch of a girl. She never had a rich sugar daddy, she was a pimp, getting paid to recruit college stud meat. As it turned out,.