” “A month actually, and fifty dollars, but it's ok, take them. You just better not waste the trip.” I leaned in and gave mom a hug, sure she wa... a gorgeous manipulating con artist, but she was still our mother, and things like that really make you appreciate her. “Thanks mom, you're the best.” “Just remember that next time you decide to leave me unsatisfied,” mom whispered in my ear as she slipped some money in my pocket. I pulled back and she had a knowing grin on her face, like she was gonna. By the time Denise had finished and returned to her room, Jim was stirring. When she opened her door and looked across at the bed, Jim opened one eye and focussed, with a little difficulty, on the red-head."Hiya gorgeous," he managed. It was croaky and scratched, but comprehensible."Aw, did you have a tough night, little baby?" crooned Denise as if to a child. "Let me take care of you," she continued, sashaying towards the bed. On reaching it, she grasped the covers and pulled them off in a. Yes, she acknowledged to herself. I'm a cunt, my own sons' cunt. I'm their mother-cunt."You're learning, Mom," Mark said as he slided his hand between her thighs, feeling her cunt. "Excellent, nice and wet. That's the way we want your cunt to be, wet and ready for us anytime, you understand, Mom?"Susan nodded, her hands hanging at her sides as they had told her. She was not allowed to touch her cunt or tits unless directed by her sons. She had always to keep her legs apart when she was sitting,. I can’t help that I was born with brown hair.”The little guy said, “I can’t help that I was born liking men.”Ed stood there for a minute and said, “Does that mean that because I wasn’t born a cowboy that’s it okay to hate me?”There was silence as the ridiculousness of the argument was realized by one of the participants. He looked at Ed and then at the little guy. With arms crossed against his chest and a smile on his face, the cop stood there waiting to see what happened. Finally, he said, “I.