A nice way to celebrate you two becoming adults.”My heart beat faster and faster. They had bought us hookers.“Now, I left you something on your be...,” mother said when she paused by the door. She cupped my cheeks and smiled at me. “Oh, you look so much like Becky did that day, Lola.”I shivered. I knew the story, Becky told it enough in interviews, to know that my mothers made love in the bathroom whose door was right behind me. That my bedroom was Janice's old room, where they continued making. She lay on her back with her legs spread, looking up at the mirror. Her blonde cunt-hair was short and sparse. Even with her legs closed, it didn't quite cover the front edge of the pouting cunt-lips. Without the trace of furry cover, there would be no secrets from her son.The hiss of running water stopped, and Tommy came in with a steaming pan and a number of tools balanced on his arms--razor, towel, scissors, soap, wash cloth, shaving cream. He spilled the tools off his arms onto the bed and. The Client had squeezed some foot cream onto my chest because he wanted to massage his feet again. He rested the side of his right foot against my nipple as he rubbed the cream from my breast into that foot with his left foot. Then he swapped over with his other foot as I panted and my vagina tightened.Master retrieved the honey from a shelf at the wall and came back, squeezing it onto my left nipple.“Let’s see what she tastes like,” said Bob as he started licking my nipple.“What do you say?”. She hadn't signed the papers yet for some reason. When I got her on the phone, she explained to me how she hadn't gotten around to it yet, what with the stress of giving up her only daughter [bullshit] compounded with all the money problems she was currently having [ding ding ding we have a winner]. When I asked her how much she needed, she told me a loan of $5000 dollars would probably be enough. I told her I would have my lawyer fly down on the next available flight with the cash. "You can.