The plan was a simple one, overthe weekend I would fix a meal that would surely impress and bring theleftovers into work for my lunch. I would heat it...in the lunchroommicrowave oven and let the aroma do the rest.That Saturday morning, I arose from bed eager to put my plan in motion.But what to fix? It would have to be something that would make animpressive leftover and yet something that a bachelor would fix just forhimself. I scanned over my small collection of recipes pausing at onetitled. My mind was a complete blank. But there was something flickering in the dark and I realized that my memories were tantalizingly just out of reach for whatever reason. It was as if everything to me was new. Like starting afresh. Start from the beginning. The basics. Try to remember who I am. Who I was. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and gasped at the effort it took to do such a simple thing. I felt lost. Somewhere else. Somewhere very different. I could hear a soft throbbing behind. " She giggled."Huh. Neither am I," he replied. "And yet Mom looks bundled up like she's about to head out on a polar expedition. Mom, where are your snow boots?"Susan looked away in embarrassment. "Hey. So I'm feeling a little cold. What's so bad about that?" Because I can't enjoy your beautiful body, Mom. How many guys are lucky enough to have a Playboy centerfold for a mother? Not too many. And your boobs! They're not only huge, they're perfect! But under that thick sweater I can't even tell. Do you understand?” he growled inhumanly. I could hardly see him through my tears but I managed a yes in between sobs as I opened my mouth and placed my lips and tongue in a way that I hoped to god would block them from touching him. He wasted no time and as soon as my mouth was open he shoved himself in and started using both hands to bob my head up and down on his cock. He seemed to go deeper with every thrust until I felt my nose press up against his pubic hair. He paused there for a minute.