Maybe I needed to start helping with the cooking. There were a couple of things I knew how to make, and it would also show Mom how serious I was to he...ping.“Come on. What did he have to say?”“Well, if you must know, Bob said it looked promising. The lawyers were going to call him back on Friday, and that he’d know a lot more after that.”“Barnim.” My mom had that look on her face that said, you better listen and pay attention.“First off, you better not count your chickens before they hatch.. I’m coming over, I need a movie night.”Her phone beeped immediately afterward. “Bout fuckin’ time.”She pulled her clothes on and threw her hair into a ponytail. “I just need one night of normal,” she said and left for Harriet’s.Harriet was at the door waiting for her and the girls went up to her room. There was already popcorn and cookies on her desk, along with drinks in a mini cooler.‘Just like always,’ she smiled at how normal it was. Then she turned and looked at the floor. It was no. She quietly assured me that she would like to stay. She went on to say that she realised it would be a burden to me and if she could repay me in any way I had only to let her know. She made reference to her late husband. Without going into details she gave me to understand that she was quite used to catering to every need of a demanding man and I would find her an enthusiastic victim. I was to think of her as my ‘Yes girl’. There were some things even the most ardent woman would normally refuse. " I will dress appropriately," I shrugged.She winked, the first hint of her ulterior motives, "I'm not sure I will."Just then Barry came downstairs and we headed out for one last night of partying before he went on his trip...oblivious to the fact that I was hoping that while he was gone I would get to fuck his mother.I arrived as scheduled at eight the following morning and was greeted by Sandra, in a robe, clearly having just gotten up. I could see a little of her ample cleavage, and briefly.