Mom wasn't home. The phone was ringing."Anthony, it's Mick." Hi, Mick," I said."You okay, man? You sound like shit." I'm alright," I lied. "What's up?... I'm here at the mall with Amy and Janine. My car won't start. Can you come down and bring me some gas?" How'd you know I was here?" Sheila told me." How'd you know Sheila was at her house?" Charlotte told me you drove her home."(How did Sheila know I'd come home instead of going to Charlotte's? That girl was psychic, I swear.)"Anthony? You. Tom was starting to relax when nothing out of the ordinary had been seen or heard as midday approached. But his ears perked up when he heard a rustling sound that seemed to be coming in his direction. He held his breath when there was little doubt that whatever was making the sound was definitely getting closer. It was at this point that the other man panicked and broke cover. He had run only a short distance, however, when an arrow suddenly plunged into chest. A stunned look came on his face. I shuddered, my nipples hard and throbbing. I knew just what to do. How bold I had to be. My son needed his mother to be in charge. To show him how to please those MILFs he was lusting for.My pussy soaked my bush with my excitement as I sauntered after him.I reached his door, listening for that familiar squeak of the bed. He was stroking his cock with enthusiasm. I licked my lips, so ready to pounce on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to feast upon her sexy son. My pussy clenched, the heat bubbling. Egyptian and I connected once a week. He complimented our chat with a joint and Hennessey and I preferred the sweet taste of a white wine called Menage et Trois and a water pipe with apple flavored tobacco. Mr. Egyptian, if nothing else is a gentleman. We always began our chat with easy going banter while we sipped our drinks of choice and smoked on our favorite plant of choice. We always began fully clothed while we caught up on our weekly news of our life. You know the same old boring.