She has never really liked Tom.Where do you think, he is in the woods with his buddies, I answered her. Wonder what they really do out there? she adde.... I smiled at her, who really cares, I answered. Mom are you seeing anyone these days. No baby, after your dad died, men have just been a pain in my ass, she told me.Well mom, there is always women you know, I said to her. We laughed. I have been there too, she smiled and said. Thats my mom, I grinned at her. We could always talk about anything.. Mr Wynn was a rich doctor with peculiar taste. He made it clear he wanted to fuck mom while I watched and helped. For almost an hour as Mr Wynn fucked my mother's ass and made her lick his balls and cock, he continued to have the conversation with me - "How old are you son? What do you do? How long has your mother being whoring?" Finally as he handed the money to me, he invited us to his house - "My wife will love to meet a fine young man like you and your mother can do her famous cabaret while. That was one of the craziest nights of the whole fucking tour. I can't remember an awful lot about it, but I do remember waking up with a warm naked teenager on either side of me, each one with a leg thrown over my hips and my wife standing beside the bed holding a tray with three cups of coffee on it."Shouldn't you two be somewhere?" she asked of the girls, "Like school for instance." It's Saturday," said Susan and reached for my rapidly hardening cock."Why don't you chill out, put the coffee. She turned between two buildings, stopping and waiting to see if she was being watched or followed. She then went up that alleyway and between buildings, in what would’ve been called mews in the days of horses and carriages. Coming out on another street, she repeated this pattern until she was just south of Courthouse Square. Entering a door that led to a small apartment upstairs above the shops, she let herself in with her key. Closing the door and locking it, she flicked on the light switch,.