I jerked, my piercing catching on Sunday’s teeth. “Motherfucking shit!” I swallowed against the pain. “What is it, Mom?” My voice was strangled and a little harsher than I wanted.
“Oh... um... dinner is ready.”
“We’ll be right there.”
“Don’t make me send one of your sisters in after you. Five minutes, I mean it.” Her tone changed from sweet to stern, and absolute embarrassment washed over me in response. This was worse than the time she caught me jerking off in the barn.
“Pooh Bear?” Sunday whispered.
“Shut it.”
She wrapped her lips around my already softening cock and hummed.
I fisted her hair and tugged her back. “Not what I meant. The moment is gone, baby. Later, okay?”
She huffed, but I could tell it was teasing and not genuine disappointment. “Oh, all right...Pooh Bear.”