Sometimes it’s a casino night with Caesar’s Palace waitresses, sometimes its Playboy night complete with Bunnies, and some nights it is what’s c...lled the ‘Slut Auction’. We organize what will sell and bring in money, and sex brings in money. It is not as easy as it sounds. First, I need to carefully select the guest list; I can’t choose someone who will blow the entire thing up to the press. So obviously, the college media services are not invited. No newspapers, no radio, no journalist majors,. I shook my head to myself and went back to work. Sometimes he was such a little bantam rooster. But to him it was all part of the role he’d chosen.I looked back up at Simon. One of the gold chains had a state-of-the-art jump-drive hanging from it. He saw me looking and automatically reached a hand to his neck.“What’s that?” I asked pointing. I studiously tried to focus my attention back on my computer screen. I glanced back up. He had a pursed-lip smile that I recognized as Simon when he. " I have been and I enjoyed the view." my son laughed back.There was nothing I could say to that so I laughed while wondering just what the hell had got into me, this was my son I was flirting with yet I was enjoying his attentions as if he had been my late husband. Luke called for the bill as I continued to puzzle over the strange mood that had come over me, there was no sane, logical explanation for it, but it was harmless and we were both enjoying ourselves so why was I worrying? Besides,. She wondered if her son had stayed on the couch with her, or gone back to her room."He probably locked himself in my room so we couldn't have sex again. That selfish boy, only considering his foolish guilt. He's not thinking about how empty my pussy feels when he's not inside it." The horny mother said to herself as she stretched her naked body.She went up to her room to shower and dress, but found the door to her own bedroom locked. "Damn that nit-wit! Now he's locked me out of my room! Fuck!.