She opened the door and saw her son standing there with an erect cock.“Hi, mother! Did you have a nice night stripping?”“Hi, David. It was bus..., but I made a lot of tips. The guys were very generous tonight.”“That’s good. As you can see, I’m hard. Does mother want to suck her good boy’s cock.”“Oh yes! David, you know I do. Should we go to my room?”“No. I want you to get on your knees and suck my dick! Do it, mother.”“Yes. Sir.”Susan dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. She. The sort of faggot poet from New York that got more pussy last week than you'll see in your entire life."The guy sort of sputtered, so I continued. "In case you're trying to count, that's genuine human pussy. Chickens don't count. Especially not the kind you buy in the supermarket already plucked."I took a genuine satisfaction in the way he began to wilt, but then a far scarier guy on the stool closer to me spoke up, "So, you're like the Rimbaud of your generation, huh?"A chill ran up my spine. "Oh good god no, this was Mia's attempt tofurther humiliate me."I lifted her foot and slipped her gorgeous feet back into her pumps andshe stood up. I stood with her and she gave me a quick kiss. "Thank youmy dear, today has been fun, let's do it again, you have nothing to beembarrassed about, you look lovely."She wandered off to catch Mia before she left leaving me feelingconfused, but horny.I was washing the empty glasses when Mia walked in behind me. "That wasjust Terry he wants to come. By this time Olivia had started developing and would prance around the house in her little panties with a camisole as a top. I actually started developing a little crush on her. She developed little A cups with her nipples driving me crazy sticking out. This did not last long. Cindy told her that was not appropriate and that she needed to wear proper pajamas. However, when Cindy was away on a trip, she would go back to panties and a camisole, She was certainly turning into a little flirt,.