Her legs are crossed. Porn I beg her with my eyes. Hours pass. She leaves her soiled panties on the floor for me. Thus I reach my final fulfillment, Mommy’s slave, Mommy’s servant, Mommy’s loving husband. I seek the faint echoes of her sweet smells, now plastered with ugly odors of tobacco, alcohol, him. Then she tells me to reach in and take out his penis. I lie on the floor and bury my nose in her panties, inhaling deeply as I play with my little penis and imagine her having sex with her boyfriends. I wiggle between her legs, wallowing in her wetness and warmth.
