Anna kept an eye on her son’s cock through the mirror. She had a bit of an obsession with the thing ever since it grew bigger than his father’s. S...e had it mostly under control, though; Damien didn’t suspect she was anything but a caring mother with boundary issues. Still, she cultivated his lust for her whenever she could to harvest the literal seed when the occasion presented itself. The only vacation she had ever taken was for the 6 weeks after Damien broke his arm. Her poor little big man. .. I think Seth's family is pretty nice. I mean... normal."Luke turned his attention from the television and focused on me."Normal?" Yeah, I mean they have their problems, but..." You mean Seth doesn't have two dads?" his tone was somewhat defensive."Do you consider Jase and Eddie, like... your parents?" I responded.Luke smiled, and then shrugged."Yeah, I guess so. I mean, we're a family. I don't call either of them dad--but they're the closest thing I've got, you know?... What's with the. Now though, now I’m not so sure. Ever since I met you things have been different. When I close my eyes I don’t see the usual chiseled features I’m used to, I see your face, high cheek bones, small nose and pointed chin. Your large eyes, taking up so much of your face, the mascara surrounding them. Your dark hair, cut short around your head, slightly longer towards your mouth. I’d say I’m jealous, but I’m not, not really. I want to stare at that face, memorize it, have it stare back at me. Is. I hated being so jealous,’ I thought while unable to help myself from being so possessive. ‘Why am I doing this to myself by imagining things?’ As if they were the bachelor and bachelorette, I imagined them making out in the backseat of a helicopter. I imagined them living together in a seedy Alaskan hotel or Exxon renting them a house while they were there working, fucking, and sucking. I imagined them having sex. I couldn’t help myself from not imagining them having sex. It didn’t matter.