"No 'mom' stuff, huh?" She mused."Nope. No cooking or cleaning or laundry." I grinned, "I won't even call you mom while you're here. Just drive down a...d you can relax all weekend." Mmmm..." I heard her murmur, "That does sound nice, Pookie Bear, but what are you going to call me if you don't call me 'mom?'"I laughed, "Well, I could call you 'Snookums' or 'Babydoll' but I was leaning more towards Julie." You're such a brat!" She giggled, "But you sure know how to flatter a lady." I tell you. “How did you come so early from college Seema?” She asked still holding Deepak’s dick. “You didn’t go to college?”“Omm Aaaa, there was a strike”, I was too nervous.“Why are you here then? Did you take bath?” She asked.“No, I came here to check whether you have any cigarettes.” I said.“You want to smoke here or in your room? You want to see us having fun?” She just asked shamelessly.“She should see, I think. Wouldn’t you like it Seema?” Deepak asked.What could I say. I just kept quiet, lowered. Then it was, push, pull, shove, push, pull, shove, until he spilled his load and slipped off into a drunken slumber. The man had no bedroom skills and no sense of romance, no sense that he needed to even try after he landed me.“Of course, some of that was the fact that he only married me because he knocked me up, or so he claimed. I still say that he knocked me up so that I’d be, in his mind, ‘stuck with him,’ believe it or not! The guy had some very old-fashioned views on such things given. Lets get going. Trish followed them out the door to the parking lot. What was that Steven? Christine asked Steven. He sent her a puzzled look. What was what? The kiss you gave me after we exchanged vows. Are you shy about showing your affections? Something like that, he replied. Well then. I just hope youre not shy with me in the bedroom, she said in a low voice as she looped her arm through his. Trish overheard her and made a face. Ugh, just the thought of Steven touching her mother.