”“Let me talk with your father.” I sighed. I didn’t have the energy to deal with my son, not even enough to hang up. My main reason for this v...cation was to escape him.“I’m thinking of you, Mom. I remember how good your hand feels.” He was jacking off in the dark of our backyard. “Tell me something nasty.”“Andrew Muldurhoek,” I cried, tears close. “Let me talk with your father!”“I want you to come back, Mom. I want your hand. I learned some new stuff, and I need to try it all out.” He huffed. In the dimming light of dusk and the rainstorm, I began a gentle stroke his thigh. I twisted slightly and pressed my nose against his throat, inhaling his delicious scent. This, I could do. I could appreciate the smells, tastes, sights and sounds that were Marty. My hands caressed his chest, his thighs and the hard muscles of his arms that remained relaxed and still, draped around me. ‘God,’ I murmured ‘you feel so good.’ I nuzzled my cheek against his neck and ran my nose along the edge of his. More

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