“You’ve got ten seconds to get out of bed before I dump ice water on your lazy ass.”“All right, all right. What time is it? It’s fucking fre...zing in this room.”“Just after six. We have to meet them at eight and I want breakfast first.”I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. “If I knew you were this enthusiastic about skiing, I would have done this long ago. It’s the anticipation of skiing that has you all excited, huh?” I said sarcastically, swatting her butt as she bent over to put on her. She held his head to her body with a death grip as her stickystaff remained buried in his throat and spurt after spurt of pungentpaste discharged into her human cum dumpster.Alexandra threw back her head and let out several long moans as athunderous orgasm coursed through her body. Her breasts jiggled, hertongue curled and her fingers dug into his head harshly as her sack wasdrained into the filthy rubber slave that eagerly gulped down her seed.As her climax began to ebb, Alexandra reluctantly. Just as I got in bed, my phone rang. I quickly answered, “John, sweetheart.”“Mom, about last night. You know I am not going to be able to stop thinking about it.”I could not blame him. I loved John with all my heart and soul, but what we were doing could not in any way be perceived as a mother’s maternal love for her son. It was nothing more than pure lust on my part, and I imagined on his part too.“I know, Honey. I can’t either.” I admitted.“I need to know where this is going. I will not be. Him driving, me riding shotgun, on the way to one of the junk yards outside of town. My dad was a mechanic for one of the local mills. He kept their machines running. The job title down there was loom fixer.After his shift in the mill, he worked on the other mill hand's junkers. He kept them running with junk yard parts. It was how he made enough money, so that we weren't the poorest of the poor in the village.Before I had started the charging, I ran a diagnostics program and found that my.