My boyfriend's mom cornered me in their kitchen today. Just wanted to 'chat about school.' Meanwhile all I could think about was how her son had me bent over this same countertop last weekend, fucking my ass so hard the dishes rattled. The way she talked about his 'bright future' while I'm remembering the taste of his cum... fuck. Sometimes I wonder what she'd do if she knew her perfect boy loves to leave handprints on my thighs and make me beg for it. Probably the same thing my adoptive parents would do if they found my hidden toys - have a fucking aneurysm. The duality of being everyone's good boy while craving to be someone's dirty secret is a special kind of hell. At least the kitchen sex was worth it.