" I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds. Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually...the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same. I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me. "You a lousy kisser, I don't believe it!" Well, that's what she said," I replied "I still don't believe it," she said, rolling over so her face was near mine. "Try me," she said. "What?" "Give me a. "Oh yes he is quite a big boy if you know what I mean!" mom replied. "Hi, I'm Linda and this is my son Franklin! Hey Charlie, I bet you'd be up for a little bit of fun wouldn't ya?" she asked. "Sure sugar mama what do you have in mind?" Charlie asked. "How about you stand there and stroke your big fat cock while I put my trunks on my son?" Charlie nodded his head yes, then pulled his trousers down and started stroking his big fat old cock! My mother squated in front of my and took my trunks in. If we are going to a funeral, for example, she wears a simple cling- ing black dress with a very low cut front and high hemline. Nylons, (never pantyhose) high heels, very red long fingernails matching her equally provocative red glossed lips, and gold chain anklets complete her ensemble. If, on the other hand we are going to a party or dinner theater, she wears her `Frederick’s of Hollywood’ red party dress with slits all the way up the sides and the material clinging to her sexy. You whisper in my ear again, “It’s because my pets come to me. You are my pet, aren’t you Mel?”I gulp unable to look at you. Your hand moves to my chin and you grip, pulling my face towards you. You take my lips with yours and give me a long, deep kiss that leaves me breathless. When you release and I’m breathing heavy, you push me off the chair and I land on my hands and knees. “You can’t get away from me whore, now get over here and eat my cunt.” “Yes LG,” is all I can say and I move in front.