I could feel her body tense against me and before I knew it her panting turned to a quiet whimper as I felt a gush of warmth against my hand. She came...several times, each time covering my hand in her juices, the scent of her sex filling the air. Eventually she collapsed against me, out of breath, air barely passing a smile that must have been a foot wide. I'd done my boyfriend-ly duties, I was content; but she wasn't.She turned to face me, pushing me back onto the couch. She had a look on her. Our station had come and on along full way return from station to home she had not uttered a single word. The moment we entered the house, she closed the door and slapped me very hard. She started“What were you thinking of yourself? We are mom and son and not wife and husband. We have committed a huge sin. How will I ever see your face again with same love?”I knew I had no excuse but wanted an escape out. So, displaying false anger I retorted back “you also have started enjoying after some. The nurses decided to wait for her mom and the doctors to come to check on her. I passed the time away by helping them with the other patients.Molly was still asleep when her mom came up to the ICU. She got the updates about last night. When the doctors came up, a little later, Molly was still pulling away when they tried to touch her, but she wasn’t awake. Finally, her mom called her name and told her it was time to wake up. She had to do what the doctors said so she could go home.Interesting.. Believe me, whoreing is hard work and i am getting only 4 or 5 hrs rest at night. my boss at the store called me in and told me if i didn't "snap out of it" and get my act together, i would be looking for a job...And, this is what frightens me: i am beginning to like being a whore! i like not having to make decisions, i like not having to cook, do the dishes, and clean the house... i like just being told who to suck, and who to fuck, i'm even beginning to like getting it in the ass! i like.