I quietly gotinto the back seat with mom. I just wanted to hide, however, that wasnot too be. "Honey, smooth out your dress like I showed you. You don...twant to look all wrinkled since your dress is so pretty."The ride to the restaurant was ok, I guess. Dad and Mike were talkingsports and stuff. I was too embarrassed to involve myself in any oftheir conversation. Mom didn't help matters much when she told me I hadlipstick on my teeth and to fix my bangs. Even if I wanted to act lesslike a girl,. I kept looking at that picture of my mom and thinking, "God, how sexy!"I wanted to see more. My mind ran in circles. I was actually thinking of seeing more pics of my mom. Finding out more about her sucking off my best friend.I guess you could call it the "Internet Syndrome". I wasn't myself tonight.I opened and sent another picture. This time the guy had his pants open and you could just see the top of his pubic hair."So he accepted?" I asked."More than once".Huh? She's done it more than. She pulls her indecently short skirt up and fingers herself. Other hand unbuttoning her pink blouse. Squeezing her own big breasts. Pinching her nipples like her son does. He blows his load in her mouth when they reach their neighborhood. And she has his penis safely put away as they pull up to the house. “What’cha doin?” Reed asks. Coming up and squeezing her tits from behind. “Cooking dinner.” She tells him. Making no move to remove his groping hands. “Tell dad its nearly ready.”“Great. Can. Did he tell you anything about what I'm supposed to do when my birthday comes? Will I have to sign a lot of papers to get my money?" I'm not really sure. I can get you an appointment with the same lawyer I used to force your father to agree to see me. He should be able to answer all your questions."That night, I slept in my bedroom and Sherry kept to her room. In fact, that's what happened for the next six nights. For some reason I'd gotten it into my head that Sherry intended to make some kind.