Mom only had a small rust bucket of a car but she drove as if she was in a luxury sedan. The further we got from New York, the more relaxed she looked... For years, I got used to seeing Mom as downtrodden. I forgot what her smile looked like, the very same smile she had when she used to wear when she pushed me on the park swings.It was like her youthful vitality was coming back.I pretended to be preoccupied with my iPod or stare out the window at the scenery, but when I could, I checked Mom out.. She grabbed his hands and made him massage her hard tits rougher as he pounded into her tight pussy. He grunted and she pushed her ass into his hips even harder. It was insane how naughty this chick was.I loved watching her. The way she bit her lip and rolled her eyes as she pressed her ass against his pelvis with each thrust was enough to make me wanna cream my pants.The way she used one hand to pull her thigh apart so that he could pound deeper into her. The way she made him twirl her nipples. It was not a “long” journey at all. She said i did not please her sexually but she liked the relationship and would prefer to keep it but under the ‘current’ conditions. She always said later she was actually surprised i accepted it so readily, but the fact was, i actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing her made into a slut and being used. I also liked seeing her use men the way only a woman can. The truth is, and maybe even more importantly, i also liked getting used. As they came to the table,. ” Phillip was in just as much awe over Greasy Face as Bob had been when he was the same age.“Meditate,” said Bob.“Yeah! That’s it,” said Phillip happily. “It’s hard! He’s going to give me another lesson today. It’s his day off.”“You listen to everything Greasy Face tells you,” said Bob. “He’s a very smart man.”“I know!” said Phillip excitedly. “He tells the best stories too!”“You go on now,” said Bob. “Get your chores done so you can play.”“Yes sir, Boss,” said the boy, sticking his chest out..