"What the fuck are you doing? Do you have any idea how much that's gonna cost your sorry ass?" Such nasty language from such a beautiful lady," he sai... after clicking his tongue."Ma'am; I'm gonna need you to calm yourself and have a seat while we get this situation cleared up." What situation is that?" she asked as she angrily got out and slammed the door behind her. "The situation that you just fabricated by busting my $800 taillight? Officer Davis; I'll have your badge for..."As she walked. “John, PLEASE help us…please….” The groveling was nice, I thought. But not nearly enough.I was continuing to pack when I heard her meekly say, “Oh-OK…..ok……..” so I stopped. I was under no illusion here, I knew she’d screw me over first chance she got, so I opened my case, and handed her two pens, a pad of paper, and a card. “That’s more like it.” I said. “Now in a minute, I am going to ask the Bailiff to bring David in. During that time, I want you at that desk over there. Take the pen. Her mom was sort of a “me” person and she usually just turned all parental duties over to her husband because it was far too much of a bore for her and added too much stress to her system unnecessarily.Apparently the divorce was finalized and she received word from her grandparents that she would be going home to live with her mother and her new husband who had been actually living with her mom ever since she moved out of the house. Her biological father was taking a cruise around the world and. “Ahhh…yessss..”, I let out a soft moan. “Oh my son, what a cock you have…”, her words and the stroke that she was giving me on my shaft kept on sending sexual signals to my neuron that helped the adrenaline pump more and more blood into my shaft for a long time.It was almost 20 minutes and mom was amazed at the erection time of my cock.“Oh beta, how do you last this long? It has been 20 minutes and I still haven’t seen your precum yet!”“Is it mom? How much time would dad last? Aahhh… yesss…yeah.