She looked over towards me with a modest, but approving smile at first, but just then, her eyes grew wide, and a look of horror crossed her face:"Hey!... she must have just realized: "Your cum is all over my thong! I'm going to get pregnant!" she exclaimed, remembering that I had wiped my semen off her face with it. She gestured wildly, and then she put her two fingers into her pussy in an attempt to retrieve it. I quickly put my hand over hers, and pulled it back. "You don't have to worry. “I’ll lose you if I take that.”“You’ll never lose me, Mom. No matter where that bastard takes me, you’ll never lose me.” She pushed the bills into my hands.I rose to sit next to her.“No, Mom!” She pushed me away. “He’ll know!”After that mysterious night when he summoned me to the flophouse, I checked the apartment for cameras or microphones. It was a stupid thing to do, but he had known when I cracked. I realized I hadn’t been in the house. I had been walking. I looked at my phone.I went to our. She could see the huge monster that he wielded as he crawled towards her. So big! She was dying to have that back inside her! She was aching for it! Her pussy was defenseless as his fat cock got closer and closer. He kissed her on the mouth, and the passion that she kissed him back with cannot be described. Her tongue shot far inside his mouth, her hands were all over his back, ass, and neck. Her legs were wide apart, one foot still on the coffee table. She was all his. He began to grind his. Really worked, didn’t it?”“The bartender is right. It is a lousy line. You should try something else.”“Like what? I mean, a guy can always use help with these things.”“It depends on the woman.”“What works on you?”“The direct approach. Something like ‘come back to my place for a while’.”“Want to come back to my place for a while?”“No, thanks. I am waiting for my husband.”“Nuts.”She tried not to giggle at my disappointment. I took another gulp of beer, dropped some money on the bar and left. As I.