”“Because you thought I’m your stuffy mom.” She winked at me. “Just because I dressed like this? I know, it’s so conservative. I look like...the type of woman that wouldn’t know what to do with a cock.” I giggled.“Which is why your Daddy make me dress like this. It makes him so hard because he knows I’m wearing the sluttiest underwear on beneath. Because I am his whore. I’ll do anything for him. I’ve fucked so many men while he watched, pleasing them to make him happy. He’s even prostituted. The next day, Erika quit cheerleading because she had only become one to get close to Tyler, who was now "out".That evening, after dinner, I helped Erika with the dishes while trying to sound like a big brother, saying, "I always hoped you would finally find someone who loved you, or at least, thought they loved you, when you had your first, y'know, affair?" Too late for that," replied Erika as my heart imploded."With him? You didn't!" I said.Erika expanded on her comment, "We only had thirty. ‘Sorry. I didn’t realize.’ ‘Not a problem.’ She sipped her coffee and studied my face. Your new around here. I haven’t seen you around before.’ ‘Yeah, I’ve just moved here a week ago.’ ‘Do you have a job here or something?’ ‘No. I’m going to one of the Universities up the hill. I’m a bit late getting started.’ I reached into my pocket and pulled out the piece of folded paper. ‘You don’t have a tan line.’ I looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about. I looked down at my knee,. Please don't hate me." She cried openly.John watched her for a moment. Enjoying the sight of her large breast as they heaved up and down with every sob, he began to wonder what they might look like with pieced nipples. Then decided he'd have to think more about that... Walking over to her he kissed her on the cheek and said "Mom that's just silly. I don't hate you. Now get ready ok. It's getting late and I really don't want to spend all day clothes shopping." He walked out and closed the door.