All three were casually walking into the kitchen wearing only boxers. Each was reasonably muscled and lean like their father. None really thought much...about their mother looking them over as she sipped on her third scotch. They sat down at the kitchen table with her and they chatted a little while. Cindy commented on how lucky she was to have three handsome, well built sons who also could put in a man's day of work and still have the energy to come home and enjoy their evening. Matt, the. ?She smiled and shouldered the diaper bag before taking me on her otherside. ?Wow, you sure are light!??So I?ve been told,? I told her.?So how do you like Whateley so far?? Trinity asked.I sighed. ?I hate being without my parents,? I told her. ?though I?msure they feel the same way. I probably should have called them lastnight,? I said guiltily.?You?re not the first student to forget to call their parents early on,?she laughed at me. ?My parents practically yelled at me when I didn?tcall them. There was usually a confrontation, lots of yelling, the guy pleading for forgiveness, and the woman kicking him to the curve and ending with her sitting around the table with her besties going "There are no good men." Did I want that kind of ending? After all, he was still coming home to me every night, even if he did suck a few cocks. A quiet smirk crossed my lips. Two weeks passed, and the scent of cock on his lips enthralled my imagination. On nights he said he was 'late', I went out to buy. As far as she was concerned, I was heading out to interview a young actor who was interested in participating in my film project the following summer. I had finally saved up enough money doing weddings to fund a film and I intended to use legitimate actors. And there was the matter of the script, which was constantly changing and evolving in my mind. In truth, I wasn’t in a big hurry to get started on the film. I had many more pressing matters to deal with just then. Plus, I had recently sent a.