BEYOND THE KITCHEN AND INTO THE FOREST
"You're making this all up, aren't you," Mom said, glancing over her shoulder at me. "Why would I make up these stories?" I asked her with a little smile. "Just to tease me," she said. We were stretched out on a blanket in the middle of a forest clearing and she was on her belly with her head resting upon her folded arms, while I stroked her ass which glowed in the late afternoon sun. Anal sex was still a verboten avenue yet to explored but that never stopped from fingering her asshole,...