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So my girlfriend’s hot mom, the one I’d only ever exchanged polite hellos with, ended up alone with me in her kitchen after everyone else bailed on a rainy Saturday, and what started as her pouring me a drink turned into something I still replay in my head. She wasn’t rushing anything—she kept this calm, knowing smile the whole time, like she’d already decided how the afternoon was going to go. She knelt down right there on the tile, took me in her hand first, slow and deliberate, then her mouth, and I swear the quiet of the house made every wet sound feel ten times louder. She looked up at me while she worked, and when she took me deep I had to grab the counter to stay upright. I kept thinking this is my girlfriend’s mom, which somehow made it harder to last. She didn’t let up until I finished, and then she just stood, wiped the corner of her mouth, and asked if I wanted another drink like nothing had happened.