The dirtier and nastier the talk is, the better I like it."Your Mom is a bit of a tramp, son. I know I dress nice and I act all classy and ladylike, b...t that's what it is - an act. Only your father knew the real me... the me I am behind the bedroom doors. The me I am when I let down the act."I listened to Mom as she talked. This was a side of her I never knew!"Jimmy, before this goes any further, we need to talk and you need to know a few things about your dear old mother..." she began to. Still, I said no, and we dropped it.We were watching gay porn pretty much every night. And I wasn't masturbating, so I wasn't watching any porn on my own. I hadn't even tired to hook up with a girl in months. It had been almost a year since I'd had sex with a girl. But I was getting the most sex of my life. One night, while we watched a gay guy fucking another gay guy, Shawn casually said, "You know, that's how you make him your bitch. I've heard it from this gay guy at work. The second you cum. Could Laura actually fill those things? He suddenly heard footsteps outside, and fearful for being caught snooping around her room, he ran for the closet and shut himself inside.George opened the closet door just a few centimeters so he could get a good view of what was going on in the room. Laura was standing before her mirror, arms by her side and staring at her own tits. Starting at her neck, she slowly swept her hands down her chest, over the ever extending cliff face of her huge breasts. Your hair isn’t messed up, outfit isn’t ruffled. Don’t these boys ever try to put the moves on you?” He put his hand on her waist pulling Angel closer to him. Angel looked up at her father as the pinkish tint began to burn in her cheeks as she spoke, “You know, most fathers would be proud that his daughter was not fooling around with other men.”Her father only shook his head and a low deep chuckle erupted from his lips. “Most fathers aren’t me.” He pulled her closer to him so she could feel.