It would be an at least an hour before he wasready to hang clothes out. He looked at his mother, back at Krissy andgave up, walking downstairs careful...y, taking the dirty laundry withhim. Even the soiled socks that were pressed in his mouth.He separated the hand wash items, panties, bras, stockings from thepile and put the rest in the washer, they were all dark clothes, hewas getting off easy today he thought, as he watched his chainedwrists add the detergent. Perhaps not so easy, but he was. And oh fuck that felt so nice. As she sucked on it, she rose up and my cock was then upright. She took in more and bobbed up and down. She didn’t use her hands, just her very wet mouth. I looked down as she blew me off, two minutes or so and then she looked at me and let go of my cock from the grip of her lips. It flopped down onto my stomach with a wet thud. She asked, “What is it, about seven inches… no… must be closer to eight, fabulous.” She brought up her hand and placed two fingers. I take a step forward. You don’t move. Another step. You don’t move. Leaping across, I pull you onto me. You’re on top of me on the ground. Grinding against me. Wrestling with me. I’m trying to pin your arms behind your back as you laugh evilly… Just managing to escape every time. I can feel your delicious cunt dripping wet against my balls. The heat is driving me wild. Pushing you off me I stand and regroup. You’re ready to pounce in any direction. I go straight for you. Lifting you up.. I just couldn't believe my mom didn't wear a bra. This was my third day at home and Mom hadn't worn one yet. She wore t-shirts, loose blouses, and tank tops but never a bra. Misinterpreting the reason for my attention, Mom added, "They're fine. I only have the one lump and it hasn't grown and there aren't any new ones."My face reddened. Whenever that happens to me, trying to stop it makes it worse. I tried to hide it by looking down and scooping Honey Nut Cheerios into my mouth. "Whatever you.