Captive AudienceChapter 8
“Holy shit, where are we?” I grabbed my forehead as I woke up a bit groggy. “Don’t worry. We finally did make it out of the banquet hall, dear. You thankfully didn’t drive, not after having serviced a dozen or so women and drank that much beer ... and ate that much food. You were in no shape for it, but being your mother, I volunteered to get my sweet boy home safely. Of course, I naturally went to bed with you, so that when you awoke, I could get the first fuck of the day out of you ......