Ha HaI remember one night when mom came home and went straight to the recliner. She sat down and closed her eyes.“How was work mom?”“Hard and bo...ring,” she replied.“Want me to rub your feet for you mom?”“Sure baby go ahead.”She took off her heels and laid back on the recliner. I sat down next to her feet and started to gently rub her foot.“MMMmmmmm, that feels good honey.”As I was rubbing her feet I could see her open her legs a little. She was wearing her work clothes which were a white blouse. .. show your thighs and sort of fan your dress at him,” he said.This drove the gorilla absolutely crazy and he started doing flips.The husband smiled sweetly at his wifeas he opened the cage door and shoved her in.“Now Tell him you have a headache...”HAVE A GREAT DAY!✧ ✧ ✧I never heard about these riots on the radio or tv. I hope those rioters were severely dealt with. I guess no “Snow Birds” were involved since they have already migrated back home to Canada.Rioting in major cities across the. It was not without good reason that my schoolclassmates nicknamed me "Pinprick" and whilst puberty helped a bit, itwas nowhere near enough for me to feel confident in putting it, ormyself, about.And now, it was just dwarfed against the amply sized organ that had justpenetrated me, stretching my insides to the point of pain. But asquickly as the pain had come, it subsided, replaced by a shiver ofdelight which engulfed my body as it responded to the rhythmicalthrusting. And like an accelerating. " Oh. I hope I didn't distract you while I was cleaning my bedroom."I could not hide the blush that coloured my face but I hoped that the swelling of my hard young cock, as I remembered watching her, was hidden by the shadow of the desk. The biscuit I had just bitten fell apart, showering my lap with crumbs. Mum tutted and leaned forward to brush the crumbs away with her hand. As she brushed, her hand pressed against the hardness of my young cock and she squeezed gently, feeling the outline.