That evening everything was like normal. Brians father came home from work. They ate supper, watched TV and later went to bed. Brian could hear his mo...her and father having sex and it sounded like they had a very good session. The next morning Brian was wide awake long before his alarm would normally go off. He lay naked under his sheets with morning wood. He stroked it and wondered if his mother would come to his room. At seven his door opened and his mother walked in dressed in her dressing. Running her fingers through my chest hair. Gasping, moaning and saying it again. And again."Fuck me. Please. I want you. I want you so fucking bad," Maria said.She stood back, and didn't say a word. I walked up to her. Staring at her boobs. Her nipples puffy and perked out. Reached down. Pulled down her bikini panties. And stood there. Staring at a thick bush of pubic hair between her legs. Goddamn, I thought I was going to cum in my underwear I was so fucking turned on.Maria walked up to me,. Without her, I would almost certainly be dead. I was a runaway who left home with nothing. I was struggling financially before I started exotic dancing, and was actually quite skinny because I was not eating well. Anyone who has looked at the photo the accompanies the first chapter of my story can see that. And there was no one to whom I could turn for help if something went wrong, like I got sick or lost my job. I was entirely on my own, to live or die.When I started exotic dancing, and found. I think it’ll finally be done by the end of next week.”“No problem,” I said. “I’m stuck babysitting this weekend, anyway, so no big deal.”As I said this, Kurt sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and started fingering my pussy again, which was absolutely dripping. I covered the phone with one hand and whispered, “Kurt…what the fuck!?” In response, Kurt pulled one of my legs up and draped it over his shoulder, which completely exposed my drenched pussy to his still rock-hard prick. He leaned.