I surely knew that Joe knew, that he had me on edge already, but yet, he kept going on my snatch. I didn't stop stroking his member, but I did slow do...n a tad."No, there's no way that I'm beating you, Mom. Your hand has slowed down, but I'm still going strong. Are you confirming that I'm winning?" Shut up, and keep fingering me. Don't make me spank you, because I will. It won't even be in a sexual way. So, prepare yourself, if you want to talk like that, buster. I might fuck you regularly, but. I peeked in to see him sitting on the side of his bed with his hands at the side of his head."Baby, are you afraid of the storm too?" I asked as I entered his room."Yes. Storms always upset me. I don't like them and I am frightened of the lighting," he replied."Me too. I hate these bad storms. Why don't you come to my room and we can sleep in my bed until it passes," I suggested, not thinking anything about it. That was what a mother was suppose to do, right? Comfort her son in times like. With nothing else available as an option, she decided to go shopping the next day to see if there were any products that could be helpful. After work, Jill headed over to the old mall to look for something, anything at all, that could help Jacob. The small, plastic toilets hadn't worked. Perhaps there was some sort of other training device she could buy, hopefully inexpensively. She walked over to the mall directory, which clearly had not been updated in quite some time. Browsing the store. Ha ha, we both laugh, because he knows I’d never do something so unprofessional. But it’s been a nice little fantasy that we use to spice things up occasionally. So, what happened today to change things? Katie. Katie was a senior who had come to talk to me about what she could do to look for jobs after graduation – the school year would be over in just a few weeks. I quickly learned she had started college early, so she was just 19. She was a very attractive young girl, petite but curvaceous,.