I think that was a good thing. Deep down I wanted revenge but didn't know how to go about it.Every time I saw one of these assholes, they would snicke... and laugh at me. I figured it embarrassed Trina but she never said anything. I knew I had to get some type of revenge, but how?I saw Sam every day when I went to work. She was one of the bright spots of my days. Sam and I had become closer and closer at the office ever since the divorce was final. She was doing everything for me. It was as. My hands held Mom's head on my cock. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with the swirl of her tongue and licked up my shaft. It was covered in saliva. Her eyes were smiling up at me. Mom's full lips looked so good wrapped around my cock. She kissed my cockhead before stuffing it into her mouth again. Her hands pumped my shaft and fed more of my cock-meat into her mouth. My cock hit the entrace to Mom's throat again but this time she didn't back off.My cock pushed into Mom's throat. Her throat. She was always wet and ready, willing and eager to do almost anything I asked of her, and I’d never gotten my knob polished as well and as often as I had since our motel trysts began. A few minutes later I pulled up under the portico at the hotel. The place was a dump, a former Motel 6 that had deteriorated to the point that it no longer met corporate standards and had been sold off. The new owner, Mr. Patel, had demonstrated a sense of humor by adding a nine, thus changing the name to ‘Motel. On one side was an older retired couple and on the other side was a family similar to ours, except they had two boys only named William and Jeff. William was the older and about 15 or 16 at the time. He was very good looking, naturally athletic and actually resembled a mini bodybuilder. Jeff, he was about 13 and not easy on the eyes. He resembled more of a toad that got run over in the middle of the road with his bulging eyes and round head. I was about 13 going on 14 when we first moved.