A Mother's Revenge in OaklandBy Joe Falls.Chapter one.Have you eaten a grapefruit bite after bite, and then drink water? I did and trust me, the water...tastes like hell.That's my life.A grapefruit that became sour and then having to learn how to live with that.Something that wasn't my fault, just a real divorce in real life, a hateful relationship between my mother and my Dad, all these years.Just because my Dad was the macho type and my Mother a woman that truly believed on the equality of. I tightened my grip on the hair, sliding it up to the back of my head.That would be better by far. I lifted the scissors again to do it.But was this really what I wanted? Or was it the ring making me thinkthis way? It had to be the ring; that was obvious; but that made me wantto go through with it all the more. Being a man had proven just what awaste of time it was flouncing about being feminine ? how much more Icould achieve if I dispensed with all of that and just got on withthings. I might. .. If you would like to use it.” Samantha said.Though it seemed impossible, my cock grew by easily another inch upon hearing this. “Haha... I'll take that as a yes.” she said and jumped up and walked to a nearby dresser where she pulled out a rather large bottle, it looked like a couple liters, of some kind of oil. Her slim yet curvaceous body had me awestruck. Every move she made was provocatively sensual. Her breasts and ass bounced and jiggled with each elegant motion. I even spotted a. Sheila had climbed aboard and played cowgirl. Monday was more of a traditional fantasy. Sheila woke me with a blow job. It was so sweet, but I really had to pee. I came back and we made love. This time, Sheila put her leg on my shoulder, much like she had done the day before in the cloak room. She informed me it was called Splitting the Bamboo in the Kama Sutra. I suspected we would need a lot of bamboo halves.In the shower we had a lot of touchy/feely, but no sex. Instead, she shaved me,.