An evening out with an expensive meal followed by a good fucking was one thing, but she would rather have the price of the meal in cash and go straigh... to the fucking, so she set out that afternoon to become a street whore.A year and a half earlier she had decided to take Alan on because she thought that selling herself on street corners was not a good idea; now she was forced to do just that. She considered how to start and decided that the entrance to the aircar park was a good spot. She had. She also knew about them. Then she turned to face me again, and her face was straight. She dropped her arms. “How’s this?”“Fine,” I gasped.I took the pictures, forgetting all about the fact I was in jockeys.My grandmother didn’t. When I had taken the last one, she was staring at the lump being caused by that dowel rod. I announced we were done, blushing furiously.“Pat?” she said.“Yes?” I responded.“Would you be kind enough to pull your underwear down for me?”“What?” I choked.“You got to see. I didn't know where to begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she simple sat there.I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter 'spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad, I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just added to the lust I felt. She was moving as soon as she could put her home on the market. The drug store chain where she worked had told her that they had positions opened for pharmacists at stores in the LA area. That would enable her to continue working which is what she wanted to do. Linda told Dan to look her up if he was ever in the area and that she would do the same if she was back north or in Florida.Dan was going to miss Linda for a few reasons, not all of which were because of her large breasts. She was a.