I hurriedly got dressed hoping I could leave. I had just got my license at 16 but no way Mom would let me drive the car. Dad had been gone for about 5...or 6 years. I had always had a thing for older women and Mom was definitely a Hottie. All my friends called her a MILF and I thought so too. I had recently started spying on her whenever she was in the shower or changing and a couple times snuck in while she was sleeping and looked at her gorgeous body. I was really horny and had been looking for. My only saving grace being that at least I had been proficient enough to give her grandc***dren. She would have me committed to a mental assylum if she knew my plans for the weekend proclaiming she was right all along, "that man is a digusting little perv!" Rightly or wrongly in her opinion I was glad she was so far away and that it was her distance from her precious little girl that allowed this "no good loser" in her words to indulge in his disgusting little hobby.The irony of the situation. He tried at her dentBut when his thing bent,He got down on his knees and he ate ‘er.There once was a man from nantucketWhose prick was so long he could suck it.He said, with a grin,As he wiped off his chin,‘If my ear were a cunt i could fuck it.’There was a young girl, very sweet,Who thought sailors’ meat quite a treat.When she sat on their lap,She unbuttoned their flap,And always had plenty to eat.There was a young fellow named daveWho kept a dead whore in a cave.He said, ‘i admitI’m a bit of. "Winslow looked up slowly, large tears running down his cheeks. "Really?" he said."Really," Jake said. "Why don't you stand up?"Winslow hesitated, as if he thought Jake was going to attack him when he stood. Finally, after a few more reassurances, he put his feet beneath him and rose up. He swayed a few times and looked like he was going to fall, but somehow managed to keep his equilibrium."You okay?" Jake asked, seeing a trickle of blood coming from Winslow's left nostril and the beginnings of.