Over the next couple of weeks, my mom would knock on my door and wait. I’d go to the door, and she’d hand me her panties and leave. I’d smell them and lick the crotch, always reaching orgasm within minutes. I wanted her more than ever. I had resigned myself to the new process. I looked at girls in school, but lusted only for my mom. I even tried to jerk off to other women, but it was no use. My cock and my brain were locked and loaded onto the fantasy of fuckinMomom. After I came each time, I’d...
