I jumped from the counter and adjusted my clothes. My shirt was wrinkled from Desmond’s hands being all over my boobs. We had made yet another steamy memory in the kitchen, but the last thing I wanted was for my mom to catch us in a moment like that.
Desmond and I maintained a distance between us as we watched Mom descend the stairs noisily and hurriedly.
"I thought she had consumed sleeping pills, or you had to do something with her not waking up from all the noises," I said to Desmond in a hushed voice.
"It was me, but the effect must have worn off. I could have put Mrs. Black into a deep sleep, but like a good boy, I was only expecting to get some action in the bedroom. Who knew we could get playful in your mother's kitchen at this hour?" He winked at me lasciviously while licking hi
