She really wasn't going to let him out of her sight was she? He groaned theatrically as he walked past her into the kitchen."Are you groaning mister" ...he teased. Then to his surprise she slapped him on the ass. "There'll be no more of that" she said laughing.What the fuck was going on. This was not like Sara at all. Now that he thought about it the whole damn day had been strange. Sara never dressed like this, she never asked for help especially the kind that meant someone had to grab her ass. Your flooring is a satin finish, so that should match it as well. What else have you been doing to keep yourself busy?" I got some preliminary work done on the paper. I have to get the Friday edition to the printer tomorrow, but it won't be a rush like it was on Monday. Otherwise, I'm trying to decide what needs to be done next." Let's leave it for now. I have some thoughts that I wanted to share with you. When can we get together?" Anytime you like. Friday morning and all weekend unless you're. ”So I watched a porn flick. With my mom. Some older women going down on a younger guy. And it aroused me. A bulge built up in my trousers. Mom took notice: “Unzip your panties. Pull your dick out. Just pretend that I am not here. Jerk off like you always do when you watch that dirty film.”And I did it. I jerked of while she was sitting next to me. Her breast exposed. At first I stroke gently. Then got harder. Then even closed my eyes. Started to fantasize. Not realizing that mom has changed. I truly feel as if I will never fall out of love.The only thing that ever seemed to get Debbie angry was what she called the “unfinished business” with Gus and Bernice. Every time that the subject of our Las Vegas escapade came up, I could see how angry Deb still remained that her good friend was treated like she was a maid. One day, Deb announced that she had decided to do something about it. Lighting a Fuente double corona, she told me her plan. Bernice and Gus were now, temporally, empty.