“For GOD SAKE!! Tell Devonte you don’t want to meet in person... WELL? TELL HIM!!! Do you?” my husband's voiced began to quiver. “Devonte is i... Jamaica where he belongs,” I answered. My husband laughed nervously. “Hear that Devonte, she said you are where you belong," he gloated before turning off the computer instantly removing Devonte from our room. “I never imagined we’d be doing this,” he confessed as he gave me a tender kiss. "I can't believe how hot you are. This has been a great. And I can pay for my own lunch.” I listen to his message over and over, there’s just something about that voice that makes me want to do very bad things with him. I don’t let my phone more than arm’s length away from me the rest of the day hoping he will call but he doesn’t. The next morning I decide two can play this game. I head to the café early and spot the waitress. “You’re early today, but your friend is not here yet.” This might just work. I explain to her what’s been going on. She’s. Dad took off to go hunting with his buds out of state. Mom decided to go out with a bunch of her friends, they were going to hit the new club in town. I thought nothing about that. Mom and her friends had met at the house and were getting ready. It was like a bunch of dorky high school girls getting ready to go out for the first time. They had wine and were running around half dressed and giggling the whole time. I am not into MILF's so I took off. I had told mom that I would be at that same. That's right; clean it all up nice and good." When he had enough he got dressed and left. I hid out of the way and watched my mom dress after he had left. She didn't clean her pussy up at all. She just put her bathing suit bottoms back on and her shorts over them. When she was done she straightened her hair and tried to make it look like she didn't just get fucked.When she was done I said, "Hey Mom, why aren't you outside?" Ahhh... God, Eric you scared me. I had to pee and wanted to fix my hair.