Another Poke, Mom?

That was last summer and now I'm home again. I have only been home for two days and Mom has nearly worn out my cock. She and Dad finally got a divorce, so I don't have to worry about him catching us. That brings me back to the beginning of the story where I sit down at the computer and begin writing. Mom woke up and is coming toward me, a wicked grin on her face. "I want some more fucking," she says as she goes to her knees under the desk to breathe life back into her pussy-plugger. "You had better stop now, Mom, or I will have to cum in your mouth."