Pining for MamaChapter 8
Dad just laughed and laughed! He had dangled a nice meaty bone of a story of how he had “abducted” Mom, and now he was reveling in my dejected reaction as he pulled it away just as the recounting was getting interesting. “Man, I’ve got you hook, line, and sinker, my boy,” he snickered, rocking back and forth on the dark porch while putting a hooked finger in his mouth, unnecessarily emphasizing my predicament. “Damn straight you do!” I concurred, continuing to squeeze my freed aching cock....