Perv

WHERE'S RILEY?

I bite my tongue and hope that she doesn't look down.

"Bathroom," I sputter.

Punk hasn't stopped for a second. He's sucking and licking nonstop. It feels so fucking good.

She walks toward the table and sits. If she kicks Riley, it's all over.

I snap that she knows I don't like wine; doesn't she have any beer? And I get a glare. Still, she leaves the table.

"Fuck, Riley," I whisper and groan. A second later I'm coming. It feels incredible... until he lets go and scrambles back into his seat.

My hand is covered in jizz.


Punk

After my starter of cock, I'm hungry for my dinner. I smile at his mom and tell her to sit down and relax; let her son serve her like a proper son should.

She fusses over me a little, smoothing my hair where Mr. Stop Sucking My Dick had ruffled it up, and kissing my cheek. She says my mom must be so proud of how thoughtful and well mannered I am; I'm completely adorable.

I don't tell her that my mom doesn't really know me, not the real me, not like she does.

Mom would tell Dad that I'm gay.