"Damian's mom turned and bolted away, her arms pumping against an imaginary resistance that she felt was holding her back. "Come on, Steph...run...run......"At Damian's side, Alice was rifling through a fanny pack that was wrapped around her waist. "Damian, where are you stung. Where did it get you?" she asked, her voice rising in intensity. She looked him over, noting how his lips were already swelling and his skin color changing. "Where, Damian?" she shouted."Um...um..." he mumbled over a. “…and trying out her clothes, you know. Girl stuff.”“Uh huh.” I didn’t buy that. “What model?”“What?”“The treadmill.” I might not be able to see her face, but I swore her ears were red right now.“You won’t know it.” My mom brushed me off and went into the storage room. Possibly to take something out but most probably to hide from my questioning. When she returned some fifteen minutes later, she ignored my inquisitive eyes and went about to prepare the waffle batter.“Will you be seeing her. My mom had long curly brown hair while I had straight and short brown hair (most likely from my dad). My dad and mom divorced when I was 6 after my mom caught him sleeping with her cousin. She took me, and we started living in a 2 room small apartment. Because of that, mom and I started becoming really close such as we told each other everything that happened and secrets and friendly stuff like that.When I turned 14, my relationship with my mom was at an all time high. She was now 5'8 while I. "stand against the wall, you cock whore!" i exclaim, allowing you just enough time for you to stand up and position yourself against a wall with a "yes ma'am". i hold onto your hips and begin humping again with the same vigor as before, feeling the power of being the dominant one of the situation. "you like that bitch?" i growl. you reply with a "very much, ma'am". as i hear this, i cant help but laugh and say "thats right you little slut! take it deep" as i plunge it back into your tight hole,.