Funny honey. Hell yea, stir some in. It was going to be a cup of weird tasting stuff anyway. I rarely drank tea, and when I did it would be three bags...of grocery brand garbage and two spoons of sugar let set for about fifteen minutes--ersatz coffee.I finally managed to staunch the bleeding. We took our cups back into the livingroom. Anne took the psycho chair, leaving me glad to have the faux sofa to myself. We smiled at one another over our cups of tea. The honey did help. The brew smelled. I had the idea to take our driver’s licenses and black out the personal info but how would you get from that shot to the beginning of our video without a lot of jerkiness in the camera?I went to a high-end camera place and asked questions relative to making home porn with two cameras. I was surprised how forthcoming the salesman was and how easy and how cheaply it could be done, I brought everything home and explained it all to Mom. She was interested, but wanted to wait a few days.I went back. "Oh, let's stop in there and have a look" Tina said, pointing to the car dealership. "They're closed. It's late." Todd noted. "That's fine, we're just looking for now anyway." They drove slowly through the used lot, amid the harsh glare of the lighting and the occasional chorus of plastic flags rustling in the warm summer evening wind. Neither of them saying much and nothing really capturing their attention. After the last row, they turned into the new car area. "Oh, that one's cute, why do. . . for me! "My Baby," she whispered, stepping up forcing my legs apart with her knees as she moved closer. I was astounded as I sat afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that would break the wonder of this moment. My mother's breasts were now right in front of my face, her big bloated nipples a hair's breadth from my trembling lips. Then the swollen nub brushed across my lips as Mother rolled her shoulders ever so slightly and leaned in closer. Like a nursing baby, I opened my mouth and let.