She sucked my cock into her mouth and drained everything that I had left before she cleaned up what had been fired previously. Mom whispered, “I’m...not allowed to waist good cum.” I asked, “Can we do this again?” Mom replied, “Every night from now on. It is your father’s orders.”I slept very well that night. When Mom woke me for school the next morning she had on her tight blue jeans and a T-shirt. I reached up to fondle her breasts and found that she was not wearing a bra. Dad always ate his. I had always liked Dean Koontz. He had a new one out - "Mr. Murder". The clerk at the store raised one pretty eyebrow and said quietly "I like your lingerie, and I applaud your guts!" I started to explain, stuttering. She was gorgeous and I was blushing furiously. "Don't explain! Just accept the compliment gracefully!" she whispered. Then she handed me the book. "Thank you for the book AND the compliment. You look very nice today yourself!" I said, smooth as silk. She smiled beautifully, her. Her sensual self seemed to have gone into deep freeze, but the other women did not understand this and kept her at a distance as a potential husband stealer. So Margot found herself increasingly isolated from old friends and acquaintances, her social life fallen to zero. Chapter 4. The Road to Life. Mark’s promise to send her money was kept. In fact he was more generous than she had expected him to be. ‘But he can bloody well afford it,’ she said to herself, ‘and I bet it’s really conscience. In fact, before long you might find yourself having to fight the ladies off."He laughed. "That's a bit dishonest and sneaky and I'm annoyed that you have to pretend that I'm a non-nerd in disguise, but I suppose it could work. What's this secret cool work I'm doing?"She considered the question carefully, then answered, "I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't get too carried away with tricky intrigues. Let's just say that you're secretly ultra rich and you're some kind of Rudolph Valentino type.