“I’ll let you sleep mum, OK,” Jeremy said. What is it?”
“Come to rob me, but you’re a non-violent robber, you do what you do by talking your way around and through problems,” Jenny instructed her son. They looked into each others eyes and Jenny reached out and hugged her son, to try to convey to him how much she loved him, and Jeremy responded in kind. All sorts of thoughts went through her head, but the most dominant was ‘what if I upset him so much he doesn’t think I love him any more and he’s gone for good.’ Her anxiety grew as the minuets ticked by. He still felt betrayed, used and rejected even though two hours had passed and his blood boiled. Both felt their excitement rise even further at this point, and Jeremy paused in the pulling of his mother’s jeans to look longing at what he saw before him. He ran a face washer under the warm water tap, came back to his mother’s bedroom and washed her pussy. sort of adoring, you know. 4.15pm came and went; it wasn’t like Jeremy to be this late, and she thought ‘I hope he hasn’t gone looking for Eddie’. He continued to push inside her and Jenny felt him filling her inside, and it felt so good.
