When he was all spent and released her from his grip, Alex’s mom gasped for air and came up flailing her arms at the man, slapping him repeatedly. ... “I TOLD YOU I DON’T DO THAT!” She was yelling as loud as she could without disturbing her son upstairs, as far as she knew. “And I was told you were a desperate little bitch.” He was reaching into his jacket pocket again and pulled out a $10 bill. He let it fall to the table. “Here- for your trouble.” She slapped him in the face. “ONLY. His big cock felt great in my mouth.After a while my m*m joined me in sucking his cock we licked and sucked his balls. Then teased his head. I felt his fingers on my pussy rubbing my wet slit, then he pushed two for ngers in me and ducked my pussy.He gave me a couple of slaps on the face for being a good cocksucker. He then had me bend over so you could lick my asshole which felt great. I then felt him push a finger into my ass roughly. I then felt his cock at my ass and without saying a word. Three more days, the screw had told me. I’d be released. I had no place to go except the half-way house. I’d be stuck there until I could find me a job. I had to get a job. Well, it was better than nothing, the halfway house. I was forty-seven years old and twenty pounds lighter than when I went in. Health? So-so, it was relative, I guess.The screw waved to me. He didn’t like me. His Name was Carlos, we’d had words before, he and I. Nothing big, but we didn’t get along. I think he considered me. ‘Well, take your tits out and tell me’, I replied, trying to turn the night into something more interesting. ‘You’re tit mad’, she giggled. 'You’ve great tits’, I said, ‘I bet all of your previous boyfriends had great fun with them’. ‘They played with my tits and I played with their cocks so we were all happy’, she laughed. We were both pretty drunk by now and she, as she always is when she’s tipsy, was very talkative. ‘So, tell me', I said, ‘how many cocks have you felt since we’ve been.