Mom's heart beats faster and faster as the boys lips locked on to hers. His toung slowly crept into her mouth, and layed on top of hers. She didn't fight it, even though she had no right to be doing this. In fact, she even picked up her own toung, Or Katie's tounge, and slowly slipped it inside his mouth.
"Katie? What the hell are you doing?" You walked up and saw what was going on. Your tounges are back in your own mouths, and you're off eachother, faster than a prom dress.
Your Mom blushes with embarressment and tries covering up her revealed skin, embarressed to be around her son that way.
"Who are you, buddy?" The boy asks you.
"I'm her Boyfriednd, 'Buddy" You respond with.
The boy looks at you and thinks about the moment the two just shared, and says, "Well, That's ok. Katie, Just Pick one of us. Now."
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