I could tell by the change in sound that Mom and dad’s argument had moved to their bedroom. She was right, I had a membrane stretched from the underside of my tongue which she did not have. Black porn I had to reposition it. I looked into her eyes, trying to get an impression of her mood at that moment. She was the one who last month had mentioned mom asking dad to lick her pussy. Mom and dad were arguing but on this night their voices were raised but neither was shouting. I was transfixed, watching her. Then I noted the tip of her tongue as she ever so slowly licked her lips. Mom called dad a bastard and dad called her a whore. “Well…uh…you know… uh…like…like when I…uh…like when I play with myself.” There I had said it. I could tell by the change in sound that Mom and dad’s argument had moved to their bedroom.
