She was slumped on the couch until her ass was hanging off the edge.Mike peered at his mother’s asshole, his eyes showing doubtSeeing his expression... Lisa said: “It will. All you have to do is put your cock in. I can take your cock up my asshole, don’t worry.”“I won’t hurt you?”“Hurt me?” She giggled lewdly. “You’ll make me feel good, that’s what you’ll do, darling. Watch how easy it is.”Lisa rubbed the tip of her middle finger into her still moist asshole. Then, as Mike watched with excited. An excerpt for my “memoir’s” the diary of a bartender. During the summer of that first full year I was fucking an average of 4 to 6 girls a month. Many of them over and over, while others only once or twice. I had made the decision fairly early on that every girl I managed to get home was someone I wanted to fuck forever, or as long as possible. Just not in a row or exclusively. If that meant that I got caught and lost one or two of them I was sad, but I always kept working away trying to. The lust coming off of her spiked as I reached out (mentally) and pulled some of her strings. She gasped, just a touch, and covered it by clearing her throat. “Um… I never got your name…” “Zach. Yours?” She smiled. “Sidney.” I stood up, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you Sidney.” She took my hand gently, and I sent another shock of lust through her system. I added a little pleasure, too; women always enjoy thinking that just touching a man can give them pleasure like that. She shuddered as I. For me, this was a casual but pleasant relationship. For her - as I was to find out - it was part of life-changing series of events that she was planning very carefully.Four months into dating, I get the “I’m pregnant” talk. She’s going on and on about how the condom must have broke and now we really need to think about getting married “for the baby”. She’s positively giddy. She has a baby in her and she thinks she’s gonna have a good meal ticket (me) to go along with her new 7lb annuity.At.