I''d have to tell Mom. Twenty-four hours later, I found myself wide-eyed with embarrassment sat next to her in the waiting room of our local Surgery cursing myself at my continued stupidity. You big fucking dope. Why the hell did you open your big fat mouth and tell her you think you had some sort of "man problem" when you had gone back down for tea yesterday? You KNOW what she's like. The first sign of a problem and Mom did what she always did. The sensible thing. "A problem shared is a problem fixed!" as she kept amateur telling me. And now here we were. I tilted my head back so that I was staring straight up at the bright white ceiling wishing I was a million miles away. Anywhere but here right now. It was going on six in the late afternoon and Mom had arranged to meet me after work as she had booked a late appointment with a Doctor Meadows whom she apparently knew. I sighed in resignation and just wanted to get the whole thing over with as soon as possible. At least things couldn't get any worse I thought to myself as the buzzer went and my name flashed up on the LED display telling us to go to Room Six. But I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. Okay. Let's get this out of the way first. My Mom and how to describe her. I mean, Moms are Moms, right? They just are. They're just always there when you need them. Like beans. Or clean underwear. Anyway, Mom is innocent Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who walked japanese out one day and never came back. Mom is the Doris Day type. Five-seven straight up and down with shoulder-length white blonde hair that was always immaculate wherever she went and whatever she was doing. Bright blue eyes. Thick lashes. A slightly off-center nose above raspberry pursed lips that were always painted a deep lipstick japan red. Mom had always been pretty svelte but as the years passed by she sort of filled out and had ended up with asian a nice hourglass figure with what I innocently imagined were decent boobs and a round firm butt. I was stunned into silence. There we innocent were, freshly fucked and exhausted. It was true. “Jesus, Mom,” Rick groaned, his dick so hard in his hand as his mother stripped before him. Newlyn asked surprised. I massaged my nipples with my palms, pressing my fat nubs into my areolas and sending amateur tingles down to my pussy. All pretenses that she was enjoying herself were gone. They were soft and hot, and kind of slick like mine was. She told us that she had thrown away all her underwear to make sure that she couldn’t wear any. “What are you asian doing?” Jacob said with a shudder. He sat japan down, still looking down. I hear sounds from her mouth, but none of it makes any sense. Well Brie is like that. Of them japanese in the van last week? You learn well, and you might be able to go home in a couple of weeks. Chapter 3 Or minutes? Thought I ditched you," the boy was not pleased with the intrusion. What did it feel like? But the relentless young men that surrounded him, were specifically trying to arouse him without getting him off.