Sparring verbally with my mother and winning was jet propelling my arousal. Sex video “Would you like to wash it?” I grinned as she strode past growling. “Get a grip, Rona.” She was either aroused or riled. “So, anytime I want to drive you away, I just have to whip it out and whip it good?” My voice resonated with schadenfreude. It was likely that she knew that I wouldn’t blackmail her, but the chance that I might, however small, sent her slinking into my room. Going to the kitchen, I took my place at the counters, ready to process food.
