”“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect you. You just concentrate on being my cum slut. Now I need to cum and get going to get ready for school. ...uck my cum out of my cock, Mom.”Mom went back to work sucking my dick and playing with my balls. To speed things up she stuck a finger up my asshole and when she pressed against my prostate I started shooting off like a canon. I filled her mouth with my cum and she greedily swallowed every drop. Now that my mom has agreed to be my cum slut and let me. Three or four minutes after she asked me to stop and told her she needed penetration to feel a proper orgasm, she suggested changing roles and I laid back on the sofa. I can still remember the feeling of her wet lips over my cock tip; it was like being stun with taser. I am not sure how long I lasted, but I came pretty quickly, she seemed a little disappointed but soon noticed that my cock was still rock hard. I decided it was time to put my cock inside her pussy and got up to use my erection. "I handed Beth my card, and closed the door behind them, knowing full well that the Grayson police would never hear of their traumatic night.AftermathBeth was round at Abigail's when the doorbell rang. A small unmarked brown envelope lay on the porch floor. A small thumb drive fell out as Abigail struggled to open the envelope. She stuck her head out of the door and peered up and down the street. There was no-one in sight. Beth was equally puzzled when Abigail produced the drive."What's that. I slipped my muder mystery in my purse and headed for the elevator.The bar was crowded, and all the tables were taken. The motel mostly catered to busninessmen, and they had been augmented by a group of locals who apparently had stopped by for happy hour and stayed. I sat at the bar and ordered a pina colada. It tasted good. I wondered how many calories the pina colada had. I had better order the turkey sandwich without mayonnaise. When I asked the bar tender for the sandwich menu he informed.