I'd like to ask my mom if she ever sucked off dad.
It seems rather improbable yet equally possible. I mean, what are my parents before parents? before mine? what were? I see their humanity stuck.
It's not a matter of existential quering, more of a yearning for healthy mother-daughter sex-talk. What is it to see the man you no longer love and be flashback-haunted by a highly sexual past? Are you ever haunted, mom? Maybe you, too, feel yourself as distraught
But I am haunted: his massive cock dangling about my memory.
I sucked him off, mom, and now all I feel is compassion.