"I paused. All at once mother's smile was replaced by a severe scowl. She closed the tube of lipstick and placed it on the vanity."Well," she huffed, ...if you don't want to please your mother, you can go live with someone else. Or go to an orphanage. But I want you out of my room. I don't want to have anything to do with a boy who doesn't love his mother enough to play a harmless little game with her. Tomorrow I want you out of my house. You can find someplace else to live or I'll put you up for. Guys don't be shy communicate back talk to us, and I mean all the writers, if we touch a raw nerve let us know, and all you guys in Edinburgh, I am approachable, in my drinking hole, I do meet without fear or candour, and yes I do like to have my back rubbed, preferably against a wall, as I lick your ears.Now for my story: “Working for a budget airline, does have its benefits, and when at 19, having even a small bedroom in a cheap hotel, gives a girl a sense of independence, a feeling of. "I'd love to have that male in my slot," Julie purred as she walked over and sat down. "Isn't he just delicious? You could use that bulge in his crotch for an end-table."Jackie chuckled. "I noticed. So, you want to go get that drink tonight?" Sure! It's about time you got out and had some fun." Julie's eyes narrowed then and a sly smile spread across her face. "So, where's your wedding ring, hmm?"Jackie quickly slipped her ring back on, "I just took it off for a minute." Yeah, sure you did. So,. The stained sheets and the smell of old cum and rancid sweat alone were enough to tell that story. Leaned forward, I grabbed her limp body by the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, were I caressed her legs, moving my hands upwards until I reached her ankles. I tightened my grip and started spreading her legs. With Sara on her back I now had an unobstructed view of her pussy. I paused for a second; hypnotized by that oozing, gaping hole, that still seemed to be full of last night’s.