Or both. As I kid I just thought of her body as soft. My mouth opened but I couldn’t breathe. I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth again, which elicited louder moans and more body movement. I slid the head down and pushed forward. Before tonight it made me angry. As I kid I just thought of her body as soft. The most intense feeling overtook me. The idea that I was making that sound with my mother made me want to fuck her harder. I crept into the darkened hallway and peeked into her room. I picked up my underwear and tip toed to the door. This is a work of fantasy. My babysitter always had me asleep by 9PM, so I never heard them come in or what happened after. My mouth opened but I couldn’t breathe. I sat on my haunches and looked at my slut mother as more pearly goo leaked out of her. I raised myself on extended arms and fucked her hard. As I put a bit of weight on her she raised her other leg, instinctively positioning herself.
