I shoved my c**k into my underwear and zipped up. I grabbed my schoolbag and headed out the back. I hopped on my bike. As I did, I turned out on the street and passed a very familiar car parked there. It was my mom's car.
It couldn't be, but... There was the WWJD bumper sticker and the cross hanging from the rear-view mirror. My head spun. That throaty voice could have been my mom's. But there was no way that was her. She couldn't have been in there. It was impossible.
I ducked behind the back of the car and peered through the rear and front windshield to watch the sidewalk. I trembled as I heard the click of heels. There was no way that was my mom in there. It was impossible. She wasn't a w***e.
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Max Green finds it so hot if it is his mom. That he might have bred her. When his mo
