My Mom is a Biology Teacher. Part 2
I was probably a bad son for wanting something like that for my mom. But I’m telling it as it is, not exaggerating at all and hiding nothing from you. I wanted it with all my heart. I craved for him to start coming on to my mom, to start groping her, touching her everywhere. And I hoped very much she wouldn’t be against it. After all, she was on the stimulant which — I wanted very much to believe — was working. The palms moved again. I held my breath. Lower. Still lower. There they were, almost fully on her ass. And she, judging by what she was doing, wasn’t against it at all. She kept dancing with him as if nothing was happening. There it was!
