’ Before she could stop herself she heard herself saying words. Only once they were out did she realise what she had said. ‘I’d like to say than... you sometime. Can I have your number?’ She cringed. He did look surprised, but only a moment. As he took out his phone, she felt an elation as she never had before. What was happening to her?! They exchanged numbers. ‘Well, take care. Check your spare next time!’ ‘I will.’ As she drove away she had felt… good? About a flat tyre that was going to cost. I was like excited and curious to know her. she never thanked me for referring to higher post but I kept quiet let time come to ask. Soon she got adjusted to the job and shifted to the nearby hostel where I helped her by guarantor name.Days went on, nothing happened much just good morning good evening wishes. After few months, I started to call her in evening times after office hours for just casual talks, started to know each other she used to call me sir only. Started messaging in the. "Oh God, help me please." She cried. "Oh Bhagven, what has happened?"He reached under her and grabbed her shoulders. Then he slid his cock out slowly until it was about to exit and then shoved it down again. Up, in, up, in, until he developed a slow and forceful rhythm. Then he started to fuck his mother with the zeal of a rider on a galloping horse."My son is fucking me, Lord. My son is having sex with me." She cried. "Help me, Lord. My son is putting his thing inside my thing."She couldn't. You go over there. Dance with her. Offer to take her home and..." She's totally wasted!" Which makes her an easy mark," Dean nods."We're not hustling her, Dean," he answers. "I'm not taking a drunk girl to bed just because you think I'm uptight."Frowning, Dean takes another look around. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Short ones, tall ones. Girls of all sizes and shapes. Must be ladies night. "There's plenty of options, Sam. All you gotta do is pick one and work the eyes. I'm tired of lookin' at.