He wished Tommy the greatest pleasure. He raised his bottle to him, “Fuck the hell out of her, Tommy!”His brother shot him a broad smile. “Yeah!...It feels great!”Their demeaning words stung Joan with fresh shame. She had opened her loins at her youngest son’s command. She should have resisted more and turned the tide on him! Now she was nothing more than a cunt being used by her own children. How could she have let them! The fire at the base of her spine wavered. Her son’s cock sped in and out. I finally got the courage to hook up with a guy I met in a chat room - he seemed safe, as he was married, and also only seemed interested in trading blowjobs. No kissing, he said clearly, and nothing beyond sucking. Fine by me. He came over to my place one afternoon, and we dropped our pants for each other. I quite liked the experience, enough to try it again with someone else I met in a chat room. That time was not as good. He had a much smaller cock, and kind of got pissy with me when I. ‘Are you married?’ She thought that was a reasonable question so said no. ‘Any kids?’ What, was this guy for real? She just snorted. ‘I suppose you think you can drive well and you want something fairly powerful, comfortable and rides like a dream?’ She nodded realizing as last this interrogation was about fitting her up with a car. ‘A trade?’ ‘No, my mother wants my car, I’m giving it to her.’ ‘Not much of a businesswoman are you? I saw you arrive and without an inspection would say your car. ” She looked up at me. “You’ll never believe what I found at their place.”“What?”“A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your Mom’s and Dad’s!”“Now where’d you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?”“I’m serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the cushions. So, I pulled it out. I couldn’t believe it!”“Did you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?” I laughed deeply.“Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard.