Sucking Cock For Movie Role Pt 8

Bit by bit, I took the length of him, letting my jaw stretch to accommodate his girth, relishing the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum on my palate.
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* Jeff *
Mom was all packed and ready to go when I arrived at her sprawling ranch house on the outskirts of town. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Where are your things?” I asked.
“Already waiting in the Explorer. Come on, let’s get your stuff loaded,” she answered.
“I thought I was driving…”
“You? Behind the wheel in the snow? In a sports car? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“It’s going to snow?”
“Don’t you watch the news?”
“I’ve been in rehearsal…”
“Jeff, I’m your mother, and I love you, and I’m very proud of you, but I do wish you’d plan ahead a bit more often.” Remembering my first night with Daniel, I internally conceded she might have a point.
“Your father would have already checked the weather report three times, double-checked the tires, and planned an alternate route in case of delays,” Mom continued.
“You divorced Dad.”
“Just because my marriage to Gary didn’t work out doesn’t mean he didn’t have many good qualities. Why else would I have married him in the first place?”
That was one thing I appreciated about Mom. She didn’t harbor resentment. Even though she had been awarded full custody when she and Dad split in the early ’80s, she insisted on keeping him part of our lives. He had been there to share weekend visits, summer vacations, graduations, Julie’s wedding, and my first Broadway performance and Hollywood premiere. When he passed away—far too young—in 2002, his second wife, a sweet, unassuming woman named Karen, had even turned to Mom for help planning the memorial service; she and Mom were...