Taking the Edge Off
The fact that his own mother seemed pleased to see his growing excitement only seemed to make matters more strained, but the bigger he grew-
‘Oh look at you. You are blessed, aren’t you?!’
‘I do okay,’ he replied sheepishly.
‘But you don’t do anything according to why we’re having this conversation to begin with,’ Karen quipped. ‘Can I touch it?’
‘This is weird enough mom, don’t you think?’
Regardless, she took his growing length in one hand and just held it. And he got harder and harder while she just studied it like some rare or even mythological creature.
‘This isn’t weird to you?’ he prodded, ‘the fact that you’re holding my cock in your hand? And it’s hard?’
‘Eh,’ Karen shrugged without a care, ‘you’re at a point in your life when there isn’t much that won’t cause a boner. That’s to be expected. Girls aren’t always that different. I don’t think I ever had a dry pair of panties up until the age of twenty five.’
‘Jesus, really mom,’ Michael scolded.
‘What?’
‘NOT HELPING!!!’
‘But you just have to learn to respect women and not to forget that,’ she continued, ‘even when they choose to become your little fuck toy, they’re still people. Their feelings matter, before, during and after.’
