When I pulled away, she whimpered pitifully.

"Stay. I have another one for you."

"Yes, sir," she answered softly.

"That was very good," I told her. "With practice, you'll be excellent."

"Thank you," she said.

"There's a bottle of water beside you. Relax."

I stepped away and took a drink of soda. I felt terrible and wonderful at the same time. I knew it was sick, but I was hoping that by doing this, she wouldn't feel the need to go out to dangerous places and do terrible things.

Mom had sucked me off. And it was the best of my life, without a doubt. No compare. Mom had mad...