A roof over my head and a warm bed trumps all. That’s what I thought. Even with all the clients she takes to seedy motels and occasionally back home, bills are always piling up. Let me see it.”
She obliged and removed her black satin panties, tossing them to the couch. Your son is really good at that. They landed right next to his face. “Well, mom, I’m going to get to bed, goodnight.” I rushed off to my room before she could notice my excitement and masturbated to mental images of her deeply inhaling on her Marlboro’s. Well, funny thing. “So we can count on you being a return customer?”
“Oh yeah, you bet. The sight always sent a shock directly down stairs, giving me instant hard on. Three days ago I was sitting on the couch watching a late night movie. I’m not a whore.”
“Well you are now, just like mommy. I’m not a whore.”
“Well you are now, just like mommy.
