‘It’s from the stress, that’s all. It will get better when things calm down.’ He said breathlessly. ‘If it doesn’t get better I will go. I...promise.’ He sat there for several minutes as the pain slowly ebbed away. The stinging pain gradually subsided until it was only a dull throbbing deep in his chest. He looked around him carefully, a habit he had developed without thought in the past year, and pulled his clenched fist from the pocket. He opened his hand and stared at the outstretched palm. “Mum, shit, you’re really doing it,” I said after a minute of gawking.My mother paused and, with her fist cranking at me, grinned and said, “I am, aren’t I? And are you going to do the same for me?”Stupid with the shock, I stared at my mother. “The same?”She nodded, eagerness in her expression. “Yes, the same. I’ve sucked your cock, isn’t it fair that you give me a little lick?”It took a few seconds for the suggestion to percolate the layers of surprise and disbelief before I croaked out, “Lick. I woke up in the middle of the night and was like, it is so simple. He is a plumber, Traci does not know him, we simply need to have a little plumbing problem and bam, and they meet. I am pretty handy with fixing things and now my brain had to go into breaking things, plumbing things. When she was helping the k**s with their homework, I went up to our bathroom and I rigged the handle in our shower to break. A simple yet effective way to break a piece of plastic and make sure that we get. Announcing it had already been too long and needed a ride before heading home to fuck, Hardshaft finally went down. I was impressed by her stamina as she kept at it, hard as nails till the very end.I caught a glimpse from our second-story window of her absolutely enormous limo tended to by her positively enormous driver standing next to the acceptably enormous driver's assistant, both black, both smiling at their quickly approaching boss, and both rubbing what looked like duffel bags.