He felt so strong, so powerful…so, invincible. This was, hands down, the most unfuckingbelievable night of his life. He looked down at his mother, h...s eyes catching hers, all smoky and clouded with her primal lust; he knew she was watching him as he slowly scanned her body. He had thought about this a million times. Never, ever did he think it would happen in real life. Her tits, fantastic, his to suck whenever he wanted; no more hiding his looks or feeling bad when she kissed him goodnight in. Maya closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. Akhtar noticed Maya’s cleavage trying to pop out of her tight blouse.Akhtar placed his other hand on Maya’s naked waist. Maya felt a current in her body as Akhtar’s hand roamed in and around her belly while she could feel Akhtar’s cold breath on her face.“Aaahh,” Maya let out a low moan as she felt Akhtar’s hand crawling up to her boobs.“When was the last time you had sex, Maya darling ?” Akhtar asked, whispering on Maya’s face.Maya opened her. Sitting her large derriere on the comfy chair across from me, Fowziyah told me what she wanted. The lady spoke French fluently and when I asked her about it, she told me that although her father Yassin Mahmoud is Arab, her mother Farah is originally from the Republic of Djibouti. It’s a largely Francophone country, after all. Impressive, I must say. I helped Fowziyah with setting up her new checking and savings account, and deposited the two hundred dollars she pulled out of her well-worn. Finally, I looked at Courtney’s mother, a short blond-haired lady in her late forties.“Hun, your tit is hanging out,” she said matter of factly. Just like Courtney, she had no filter or shame. I flashed the best smile I could muster, pulled up my tattered tank top over my left tit, and quickly headed upstairs to shower and change. I went into my room and shut the door. If West Palm had a scent, I imagine it would be what I smelled like right now - sweat, sex, and alcohol. The two upstairs.