“Get up! And for god’s sake, put some clothes on!”You sit up and see your mother averting her gaze. You pull on a fairly clean pair of running s...orts and sit groggily on the edge of the bed. You scratch your shaggy brown hair.“What? What did I do?” You ask, squinting at the sunlight behind your mother.“Nothing, which is the whole problem,” she says, hands on hips and her otherwise pretty face screwed up with anger. “Jake Able, you are sleeping your life away. High school is over, mister. Most. And i was sure; she also had the same feelings…Soon our talks turned extremely steamy and we used to talk a lot of what we would love doing to each other, when we get a chance. We shared our wildest fantasies about each other. I used to tell her, how I would like to kiss her passionately, suck her soft n supple lips, fondle her wonderful boobs and give her a nice soap n shampoo massage all over her curvaceous body in the shower.She also used to respond well and shared her lustful wishes. ”Fucking at work was a thrill. The chance of getting caught made it that much hotter. At home, my mom and I started having sex in the kitchen or in the living room. She got off knowing the help could walk in on us at any time. She knew if they wanted to keep their jobs they wouldn’t say anything. But if we were caught at work we’d all be fired.While I didn’t need the job I’m pretty sure Lynn did. I would have been devastated if she lost her job all because we were partaking in some naughty fun.. She hoped to get her certificate and earn her broker's license as soon as possible so she could make her own money in the fast moving real estate market and booming commissions that meant she could buy anything her heart desired without asking Jimmy for money.The night-course instructor was a successful broker in the Beverly Hills area and he constantly reminded all of the students that he had started with practically nothing and now owned a multi-million dollar mansion right in the heart of.