The 'big easy' was his kind of place, where hustlers and gamblers were admired, as long as they were winning.Still, it paid to be careful. With his 'p...rtners' gone, he needed to be certain that something unexpected didn't happen to him. He hired a burly 'driver' for himself. The guy could drive pretty good, but was mostly a thug who'd thump anybody Claude told him to.The ranch was a busy place. Mom was home, helping with the horses when she wasn't on the phone. (Her phone bill was prodigious.. "Mom?" His voice was hoarse as he woke up. "Yes, sweetie." Carrie was surprised she was able to speak and not stutter. "Something wrong?" Chris pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. As his vision focused, he looked up and dropped his jaw. Was he dreaming? "Happy birthday." Carrie's voice was heavy and sultry. Each second that passed gave her more confidence. She looked on her son the way a tiger looks at prey. She began a slow walk, or a "stalk" to her son's bed. The boots. I had texted my boss and told him that I would be a little late, being nervous and excited at the same time I kept my distance as I followed her and parked across the road. Walking into the parking garage, I knew she always parked on the fifth floor, back corner where very few cars parked, door dings on cars was never something I liked to see. Just like clock work, she parked the car and walked out looked over at Mr B who smiled and said good morning. She responded and continued to open her. Your pendulous breasts were perfect, nice hard silver dollar sized brown aureoles with eraser sized nipples, firm abs and shapely hips.... and a beautiful trimmed patch of pubic hair.I felt creepy standing there watching you, but I couldn't bring myself to turn away. I watched you reach down and pick up tanning oil and drip it across your body. I could have cum all over myself at that moment. Your hands slowly worked the oil into your tanned body, across your tits and hard nipples...then down.