Every Thursday like clockwork Cheryl would pick up the clothes from her children’s room. When entering her seventeen year-olds room she wondered how a boy could live in such a mess. She began to pick up his soiled clothes. She saw finished she saw a lone sock barely sticking out from under his bed. She knelt down to pick it up and noticed a collection of VHS tapes. Curiosity getting the best of her he grabbed a tape and then the sock. The sock was strangely stiff and old. It had three red stripes at the top identifying as the cheap socks that her mother had given her son for Christmas three or four years ago just before her passing. She wondered why he would keep such a sock. Looking at the video she noticed it had no labels to speak of, they looked to have been scratched off. Scurried to the television and popped the tape in. She sat on the edge of her son’s table and grabbed the remote. She turned on the video and her life would forever be changed.
Her heart jumped as the TV came to life. On the screen was a young blonde naked rubbing her clit feverishly as she licked the top of a young man’s cock. Cheryl’s heart jumped and her pussy ... Læs hele novellen
