I'm frozen. I'm afraid to move and I'm afraid to say anything. I'm thinking this must be a trick, some kind of 'Test' or something. You know to find out just how much therapy I'll really need. She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The 'Mom' is stroking her son's d**k faster now.
"Tell me when you're going to c*m honey", she says to her son.
"You can c*m in my mouth so there's no mess." She smiles up at her son.
"Wow! Look at that" Mom says still with no shortage of sarcasm.
I still feel like I'm sitting in the display window at Macy's trying to pick lint out of my asshole with my elbow. She looks down into my lap again.
"We don't have all night here." She tells me as she looks at her watch and I'm starting to think she's serious.
"Your Father will be home pretty soon." She
