For several minutes we chatted about what we had been up to over the past few days, while I ate my lunch. Everyone at my table was heavily absorbed in...their food, books or laptops, so there wasn't much need for me to speak."I've had a few dreams about you the past couple of nights." I typed to Matthew."Yeah? Good dreams I hope." Of course. They were both about me meeting you. Pretty normal ones though. One where we were having lunch and another where we were driving someplace in your car. ”“What could you possibly be thinking. Give him a prostitute to see if he likes girls?”“No nothing like that. How terrible that would be to bring in a slut, probably with diseases. I could show myself to him and explain what young men and girls do.”“Dear wife, I’m surprised at you. You’re his mother.”“I know I’m his mother, but parents must be willing to do what they can for their c***dren. Unless you have something better to offer.”They agreed that tomorrow evening at bedtime, they would. I was able to attend the college of my choice which provided me with a superior learning experience and I mastered both the languages and an in-depth understanding of the cultures of the Middle East. Most of my professors were naturalized, foreign national men from various countries in the Middle East, and they did little to dispel the myths of Arab men.Many people in Western countries consider Arab men to be backward and ruled by lust and sexuality, because of their cultural norms regarding. He might never know it, but we now shared mom's pussy. She had reveled in my bigger dick, old man, I thought. I envied him his many years of getting this fabulous piece of ass.I saw mom exit the bathroom. I scooted down, turned toward the window and covered my head. Mom stepped across first dad then me and settled in her window seat. She straightened her blanket and covered herself. She glanced over me at my father. Did I detect a moment of confusion? Did the size of the person not match what.