“Beta, I know I have become a prostitute. I’m only doing this for us and the money. I can’t have you also using me. You are my son after all,”...she said half angrily and sadly. She quickly wrapped herself with a towel and said, “You wash up and come.”After this, I was devastated. She probably would not have me penetrating her and I didn’t want to force her. I had to come up with another idea.Later that night, she was sleeping next to me in the hall as the bedroom was still dirty. She was wearing. I've been too busy with the fascinating story of me to ask, I guess." Neither one," she said. "Not for over a year. It's kind of hard meeting somebody with my background."I looked at her. "What's your background?" Half Mexican, half Lebanese and fat-positive computer geek. Something for every guy to be culturally alienated from! I'm too smart for the guys I grew up with and tech guys get freaked out that I come from a family full of guys who drive low riders. Like, you know, make one move on me. Em quivered with vicarious delight. Nisa whispered, “That first one. She book two-hour.” Em quivered again. She would definitely have to book the two-hour.Then Nisa’s hands moved to Em’s breasts and softly but firmly massaged them upwards and downwards and side to side. She pinched and briefly licked Em's rock-hard nipples.Her own breasts provocatively moved while she did this, swinging sexily like erotic little papayas, to within Em’s tongue range. Em licked and bit them, and their hard, dark. She has a pretty voice. And she's good. She has me sing again. And then, both of us together.Then I suddenly have an idea.It takes a bit of working out, as well as a trip to peek out to make sure that Sam and Jade have gone to bed rather than be sitting out there listening to us but we figure out a way to break our songs into verses and then to alternate those verses.We practice it, make some adjustments and try again. And it's good! We fit together well. We repeat it again and by now we're.