I was terrified at this and thought to go and stop my mom, but I paused because an idea hit my mind. I took out my camera and started recording the wh...le scene.After stripping my mom opened her boss’s pants and started stroking his dick with her boobs. Then she took it in her mouth and started licking it like a lollipop.Then she sat on her boss’s lap and inserted the dick inside her pussy. She gave out a loud cry. After that she started riding on his dick and his boss was also thrusting it. She yelled as loud as she could "Help! Help Me!" and shot one of the zombies. She waved franticly and he turned towards her. Her foot slipped and she fell down onto the road. Cold fingers slid over her as one of them tried to grab her feet.She heard three quick shots, and seconds later, another. She scrambled back up, away from the cold dead fingers. The soldier walked slowly to the other side of the street stopping every two or three steps to fire. After every second shot, he looked behind. I was curious to find out what someone like her was doing in a low rent bus depot in a sketchy section of Oakland.Jane explained that she was there to pick up her niece, who was to spend the summer at her ranch near Napa. Apparently, the girl had missed her bus from Portland and would head out again in a few days. Jane had decided to have a cup of tea before heading home. At 18, anyone over the age of 30 was just plain old to me, yet I found myself drawn to Jane and her quiet, confident manner.. As the evening progressed, Hiro and I loosened up and started telling jokes, complaining about government bureaucracy, and arguing about which classic video games were better.As time went by, I realized that describing it as a 'light meal' was only accurate at any given moment in time. The tables and plates were never overflowing with food, but there was a constant stream of edibles, changing out one dish for another. We even had a few presentations where a chef came to the table with his own.