Russ put a hand on my head as he shot a thick wad down my throat. I struggled to swallow it all, though now I know how he fathered five k**s. While Ru...s went to get a towel to clean himself up, then he kneeled down in front of me. He took a dry towel and wiped the cum and drool from my face. “I never thought I would say this to a boy, but you are pretty good at sucking cock.” “Well didn’t seem fair that I was getting off and you were not…” I said sheepishly. Though I am not sure why, I was. Yet does she present that Mona Lisa smile because of my loving actions, or because of something in her mind? Does she dream, and if so, does she dream of me, of us? My eyes focus on her eyelashes. Long and thick and painted in darkest black, they flicker slightly in her sleep, tempting me, beckoning me, demanding my attention. When we had first met while waiting for a computer programming class to begin, it was those very same eyelashes which had caught my attention, even moreso than her thick. Mom turned off the overhead light, darkening the camper except for the glow of the rest area lights as they lit the windows curtain, casting a soft orange glow into the camper.As I lay there in the bed, thinking about the day and the little town, excited about the trip and cautious about it and the life we were headed to as well, I found it hard to fall back to sleep. I slowly cracked open my eyes in frustration, to see my mother standing next to the bed. She was quietly reaching over to. ‘Probably would have made for a better option than that icebox of a bar,’ she thought. The sounds of husky laughter, coming from the direction of the men, quickly shook the judgement from Mandi’s seedy mind...”“Are you sure this is the story you want me to read?” I asked, again.Reesa pushed back deeper onto her elbows. Her legs were bent at the knees and pinched together. Demure. She looked up at me and nodded her head slowly. Yes.“What about the mystery short I wrote? Filled with sex and.