Just do what I need like a gentleman and I won’t shoot you, because I won’t have to.’ His response was to grab the gun by the barrel. He didn�...t try to knock it away or pull it out of her hand, he just gripped it. But he moved so fast she almost pissed herself, and in the same second she squeezed the trigger on reflex. That should have been that. But it wasn’t. The damn gun only clicked—it needed reloaded. She thought it still had two shots left in it but she must have miscounted. Shit. She. ”“TRENT, What about my mom? You just got them together. Now, you want to break her heart. You’re an asshole.”“Are you telling me you don’t want me to hire your mother?”“What? Wait a minute. What are you saying?”“Your mom was a little quick, putting the phone down. I didn’t get a chance to tell her it is her I want to talk with. Granted, I’m not disappointed to hear your voice, but I am trying to do some business. Could you put her back on?”“OK, I’ll see you in a few.”“You forget. I have karate. But, recently, I've experienced a renewedinterest in writing, and this little drabble of a story is the firstto see the light of day. I hope you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at yahoo dotcom). I stared hungrily at the visible throb of my son's cock. Despite his pants, I could see the enormity of his pecker. The wet heat of my cunt increased, and, when I moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, I could feel wetness on my thigh."Oh, God!" I cried, thrusting my hips forward. "Show me your monster."I was still running my fingertips along the edge of my crotch. My eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily and slowly he removed his t-shirt and.