Every month, Eric, Steve and myself paid a woman $10,000 for her to be our complete sex slut for twelve hours and be videod in the process. We found t...rough the small ads and the internet, but there was never a shortage of applicants. We took it in turns to make the final decision when the girls came to the bar we met at. We did everything in the open to make sure they knew we were up front and not a bunch of psychos. Pretty soon one of the three women at the table was going to be sore,. What a set of EE-cups hooters! These were real tits, not silicone jobs, and I don't think I've seen a better pair, even in all those magazines. And these magnificent boobs belonged to my mom! I gently put my hands around them and began to squeeze and fondle them. They were soft and surprisingly malleable at the same time. Then I cupped them in my hands and pushed them together. With a deep-throated groan I lowered my face and buried it in her abundant cleavage. I mashed her tits together,. ”“Too late to back out now. She sees you sitting here,” remarked Bill as he looked at the house seeing the attractive woman standing at the window.Jerry got out of the car and swore, “Damn, I should have gotten her flowers.”“Dad, admit it. You aren’t ready for this date.”The assessment was too true to deny. It only took a moment for him to open the door and help Bill out of the truck. He reached in and grabbed the bag of new clothes so that his son could change into them before they went to a. I went to the toilet and sat on the low plastic seat, my pantiesaround my ankles and my skirt and smock hitched up. My head wasspinning. Through sheer need I was adapting to what had been doneto me.For the first time in days I was being spoken to on equal termsand not in tones of derision. The girl Amy was nice and I feltcomfortable talking to her. That was the problem. I was a 22-year-old male trapped in a body that she could relate to as oneof her peers. My conversation was becoming childish.