James did not comment, merely looking at his mother. She returned his gaze, with a softness that surprised him. Despite everything, she was still his ...other. Despite the changes, despite everything he would later put her through, she was always going to love him. He realized that now. "Maggie." Anne said, looking at James with that same soft expression, "You are beautiful." "My name is James, mom." James tried. He knew that she didn't think that anymore, and to be honest, he wasn't sure of that. Randy eased himself over closer to his Turk, a man in his mid-thirties, also wearing a loose coat and shapeless trousers with soft dark leather shoes. Randy and his Turk hit it off beautifully. Now the aroma of Turkey filled the cab. Sweat began to activate those dry hidden scents that lurk in shirts, underwear, socks, shoes and on the skin, the scents of the city, of Bafra cigarettes, of limoncolonasi, of strong detergents, for if no other thing, the Turk is a ferociously clean person. The. She looked at me, her manner tentative. “Matt, there’s something for you on your bed.”“What is it?”She held my gaze. “Julie stopped by.”“Oh. What did she say?”“She left you a letter.”My stomach lurched a little. Lara and I glanced at each other.“All right, thanks. I’ll check it out,” I said evenly.After Sarah left, Lara and I went to my room. Indeed, there was an envelope with my name on it. It sat on the bedspread like a neon sign.“What do you think she wants?” Lara asked.“Only one way to find. Wanting her to be ready I slid my finger from her tight butt and added it to the two already spreading her soft lips, increasing my speed and depth with every stroke. “Are you sure you want to do this honey?” I asked. “Yes, I am ready. I want you to fuck me like you do momma.” she answered as she released her grip on my cock. I lowered my slick cock spreading her tight lips with the head, watching it sink between her lips. As I started pushing my cock past her lips she grabbed my cock again. “I.