Stop It Part 2
"Do you know what your trigger word was?" my mom nearly whispered, her lips gently planting themselves on her own daughter's young skin. "Your grandfather made that mistake once when he was pounding my ass like a piece of meat right next to your dad. You know how hard it was to convince him that it was just some kinky fantasy he imagined of him being cucked?" "Probably not as hard as you were being fucked," I muttered under my breath, raising my eyes just quickly enough to find a small...