I looked at the phone and saw the text: Am I doing it right, son?Then I saw the picture and grinned.
I looked at the phone and saw the text: Am I doing it right, son?Then I saw the picture and grinned. Yes. How about one without the bra next time?You’re ambitious aren’t you? Why don’t you come to dinner tonight and we’ll discuss how far we’re going to take things?Pretty far, I concluded later that night as Mom slept on my shoulder, worn out after I had fucked her to several orgasms. Who knew an embarrassing but informative discussion on what, exactly, sexting was would lead to this? -- source link
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