.WHAT? REALLY?Yeah... I roll on my back and she straddles my face, her pussy lipsright over my open mouth and...She pees in your mouth?Yes...And you d...ink it?Yes...And then?We get up and I can take off my "pajamas" and go take a showerAnd than?Then she dresses me up for work.Dresses you up?Yes, she selects the clothes for me to wear to work under my regularclothes and puts them on me. She really enjoys dressing me up...And what else do you wear to work under your clothes?Pantyhose, stockings,. But then, the next moment, she turned back again and quickly pulled the bedspread to see me awake. I was terrified. I thought she would scold me badly. Maybe perhaps beat me or slap me as well. But surprisingly, she instead started laughing loudly. I was further puzzled.Mom: Dear, it’s true I can’t see your eyes. But what about the tent you make in that bedspread?And she looked at my dick. Seriously my hard dick had made a tent in the bedspread. I was really ashamed. I felt what I was doing was. The question was rhetorical and she continued ‘Flies don’t live very long, big bro. Long enough to breed really. And with their purpose gone, they just kind of dry up and blow away.’ She picked up an orange piece of chalk and traced the remains of a tattered baby doll lazily onto the sidewalk in front of her. The doll was naked and missing its arms and half of its head seemed burned off. She bent her head down and into her work, silent and contemplating for a moment while the one-eyed doll. I made it to my apartment in about twenty minutes. It was 4:45am when we walked into my apartment. I had never taken a stripper home before, so this was a first. I felt like the luckiest dude on earth. I don’t know who was more horny, Cindy or myself. We fucked our brains out and then sat on my third floor patio porch, sipping on coffee, wrapped in oversized cotton robes I had managed to sneak out of the hotel. The sun peaked over the tree tops and bathed each of us in sunlight. We retired.