We were sitting on the sofa after a little fun the other evening and look what came out of the bottle of red Minervois I opened.
I stood it on the table because I thought we might not finish the bottle. A little later our son came in and said "Blow job, eh?"
I nearly died, I'm sure my face went beet red, I wondered if I had anything round my mouth.
He obviously noted my confusion and picked the cork up, smiling and turning the end towards me, "That's what they call it, a BJ?".
"Well I suppose it depends who they are and what you're reading," I said, thinking christ does he think his mom does that sort of stuff.
"OK I'm off to bed now, I'm in at 6.00 tomorrow," he said and was gone. He clearly didn't give a second thought to what had just been said.
Perhaps his mom shouldn't either:)
Hope you managed to celebrate Consensual Spanking Day yesterday.
Ronnie
xx
