Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37449770-20190213132717/@comment-36855838-20190215043418

Disclaimer, 19 is a teen-age.

Also, college student, so now that that's out of the way. ..

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I freeze in my tracks, my mom stands before me, a copy of The Gentleman's Guide to the Golden age of Blowjobs clutched in her hands.

She wrings the thoroughly stained paperback with worry.

"Son, I think we should talk."

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We had seated ourselves in the living room, atop the king-sized bed.

(All of our sitting furniture were extra beds, for convenience' sake.)

She fidgeted for a while, apparently uneasy.

Her tail twitched and slapped the mattress, and I just lay beside her, waiting.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

She always liked it when I called her that.

"I'm fine, dear, it's just, I saw your browser history-"

Fuck!

"-and I'm worried you're going to convert to the order."

I sigh.

"Is that it, Mom?"

She remains silent.

"I was just researching, because I'd never heard of it before. A lot of what I found made sense, and a whole lot didn't. I obviously don't want anybody decapitated and tied upside-down!"

She recoiled, evidently she'd seen just that happen.

Unfortunately, she had rolled right off the bed, taking me with her via her tail reflexively grabbing onto me.

"Are we good?"

She smiled.

"Yes, son."

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The light of the computer illuminates my form, scribbling on the floor in chalk.

Yes, soon it will be complete.

I draw the final rune.

Now, to summon the purifying light.

"Muahahahahahahahaha!"