”“Duh! But I don’t. It works for you and Mom; it doesn’t work for me.”“You can only get out of it what you put into it. Just go along with...what Mom wants for now and let her get comfortable with your behavior. She’ll lighten up.”“You do know I’m moving out as soon as I graduate, right?”“What about college?”“That just ties me to them even more. I’m going to get a job and get my own place. Then I’ll figure it out. Waiting a year or two to go to college won’t hurt, if that’s what I decide to. Chapters that contain anything that goes towards non-consensual content will be clearly marked. No content in this story should be taken as and endorsement of rape or assault in real life.)(Story Update: I'm eliminating the "Suspicion" stat. I don't really like it, have no good idea for implementing it, and just find it superfluous. I haven't once call for it in a choice or used it to modify the text, so it's going in the bin)Friday, June 28th. 113 days until the Big Day.Beth Wilson lay in bed,. First, all the wives had decided to go over to an East Side Male Strip Club to have some fun. Secondly, they all planned on staying overnight at Jack's house when they finished and thirdly, for Jack specifically, he better get his ass home, because he had to work in the morning and furthermore, he better have money in his pockets as well. Everyone burst out laughing, slapping at Jack, who already had the smallest pile of money left, probably no more than 10 bucks. He looked down, tossed his. I could hardly watched as seconds later my wife cried out, “Oh god! Your cock is so big!” The young man rammed several inches of his big manhood deep into my wife’s middle age pussy. He began to fuck her good and hard for the next several minutes as my wife began to cry out, “Oh god! Oh god!” “You like getting fucked with my big cock?” the young stud moaned out to her. “Yes! Don’t stop!” As the minutes passed my wife’s cries grew louder. She was closing in on an extremely powerful orgasm as.