She put on one of her thongs, and push-up bras, then one of her smallest miniskirts and tank tops. She looked stunning. She still wasn't in talking te...ms with grandma, so I had no one to stay with. We walked outside the apartment, and the every guy that saw my mom just stared, I heard whistling from many men, cars honking, and even 3 guys that followed her all in a 2 block walk. Once at the diner, everyone stared at her. She sat me in one of the tables, and John called her over. She walked up. He also explained a man doth not live by sweat alone.20. It was a miricle when jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance.21. The people who followed the lord were called the 12 decibels.22. The epistels were the wives of the apostles.23. One of the oppossums was st. Matthew who was also a taximan.24. St. Paul cavorted to christianity, he preached holy acrimony which is another name for marraige. 25. Christians have only one spouse. This is called monotony.This. ’ Her smile morphed into a look of curiosity. ‘Do you believe in fate?’ He chuckled. ‘You realize you just opened up a philosophical can of worms.’ ‘Actually, you did by including fate as a cause of our meeting.’ He rubbed his chin, pondering. ‘Well, I suppose I did. But I meant it more as a figure of speech.’ She nodded and took another sip. ‘My freshman year philosophy professor kind of believed in fate. He dismissed the idea of free will. Free will is an illusion, he said. We’re. Little did I realize I only set myself up as her private sanitarium. She came to rely on me as her emotional support column, but when her natural sex drive came a knocking she eventually turned me into her little cunt maid. One day I was holding her as she cried over dad's photos. One day, not so many months later, she was holding me down with her waist smothering my face.After I blew my mother cunt juice out my nose and wiped it, I raced to my bed where I cried myself to sleep. Mother.