Just what I need is her freaking out and telling Mom. If she's pissed at me, I'm shit out of luck when I call home from college begging for money. Can...t risk making a move, even if she is grade-A Milf. I'd hit that like a prizefighter if I knew for sure she wanted it. Bet she's wild as fuck in bed."Kim shivered and clamped her thighs together, barely containing her gasp of surprise as the young men walked into the restroom. She hurried back toward the lights of the fair with her heart racing. Anything more adventurous than Maccie Dee’s was, for him, unknown territory. They were shown to a table, and Mike gazed around him uncertainly. Then it hit him – this was not going to be an inexpensive meal. “I d-don’t think I can afford to eat h-here,” he stammered. “I’m s-sorry.” She smiled again. This time her smile was reassuring. “Then it’s a good job my expenses will more than cover it.” “Expenses?” . ‘Why did it matter so fucking much?’ she asked herself. They were just words. People said them all the time, even when they did not mean them. She knew that. She sighed as she fought back the nausea. She should get up, start breakfast. The house would be full of their friends in a couple of hours, a farewell brunch. She had lots to do before they arrived. Besides there would be plenty of time later for her to come to terms with this situation. To learn to lie in the bed that she had made for. He thought, Fuck! See? That's kind of fucked up. Adrian is her son, yet she seems to prefer me. I'm stepping into all kinds of unhealthy Oedipal issues here, and I suspect that'll bite me on the ass someday. But it's the very wrongness of it all that makes it so uncontrollably arousing!Dang. What to do about Brenda? It's kind of a done deal now. I should have thought things through before I made all these commitments to her. But dammit, she needs me like she needs air, and I really need her in.