In two swallows he had downed half of his vodka and he was appreciating the burn at the back of his throat. He was deliberately drinking on an empty s...omach, hoping to get buzzed faster. Only when the liquor was gone would he worry about eating something solid.He was about to take another gulp when someone blocked out the light on his left. He looked up from his glass into the face of a striking woman. She was about his age with a plain face and a short bob, the same haircut other women have. ." she murmurs with difficulty. "For what?" he prompts."For... cleaning me out...?" her voice sounds quizzical."That's right whore, but there's more. I want to say 'thank you for not making me eat my own shit'... because that's what it comes down to."Rachels face looks even more disgusted, but she manages to choke out "thank you... for not ma-making me... eat my... own sh-shit..." and feels that hot flush coming back with her humiliation. "Good piggy" he smirks. "I'm hungry... I'm going to go. So we got up holding hands and ran for a more “private spot”. When we thought we found one we realized we were behind a well known high in uptown philly. As we thought of a way of how we were going to fuck I told her to take off her jeans and ill do the same and will fuck on top of our pants. When we were both naked from the waist down she dropped to her knees and took my dick deep into her mouth sucking it hard…then she gagged and deep throated my throbbing cock as it kept expanding in her. “does he really want this, Mom?€ she asked so softly that I could almost hear her. Our bond to each other is so powerful. Others have tried to keep us apart and have succeeded for many years, but no one was able to tear apart that tie. Not even her and I. She reached out and held my hand tightly, and said, “if this is what he wants, and it makes you happy, then I’ll do this. But it will cost him, Mom, boy will it cost him.”“well then, girl, we are close to the coast. May I suggest.