As thick white semen erupted from Philip manhood and splattered on Amanda’s chest, it began caking together exquisitely with the residual food still on her skin.Sarah explained.***********************End of Chapter 2*********************** Drunk Mom and I Over a few years, granny my Mom started having a drinking problem.Karen moaned and grabbed my shoulder for balance, slightly spreading her legs.They got to Marcus’s house and she was a hit.That was until a couple fetish of cars sounded the horns.How a man should make love to a woman for hours instead of minutes like it is now.Jenn was pretty much staring at the bench with a kind of half in thought and half dreamy look on her face.Hi Jan, how’s things, boring as usual, tonight no doubt they’ll be too tired to fuck so a couple of extra drinks are in order, they both laughed .Both women ordered double vodka’s, they stood at the bar discussing their lack of sex.Mommy can I let it out now?You're the first guy uniform I've had up here close up in like… ever.So, as Mrs. Vargas went on inside to handle a few other things, he walked around to the back of the van, opened the doors, and grabbed the stretcher, reassembling it for use.Victor grabbed at the foot end of the body bag and pulled it along the carpeted floor of the blonde van and off onto the gurney, where he dragged it into a balanced position. No…think I will hang on to it . Listen fetish Kyle…what I might have done close up is wrong…but this could be devastating…I mean your Dad…your sisters. Then I made my mistake, What would it take for you to make this go away? He paused and looked at the TV, dropped the remote and grabbed his crotch. It was obvious that whatever was under the silky shorts had some size uniform to it. He looked back up at me; he granny could not have had a bigger smile.The implication was clear… No…absolutely no…I am you mother for Christ’s blonde sake…ABSOLUTELY NO! He just kept rubbing himself and smiling…alternately looking me in the eye, then towards his hand, then the screen of the TV…and then back to my eyes. NO…what the fuck is wrong with you? I am YOUR MOTHER! He just nodded and smiled…then said, Yeah…makes it even better, doesn’t it? What the hell are you talking about? Last night…you could not get enough of fantasizing about us doing it. Look he nodded towards the TV.There I was, from a different angle…shit there must be more than one camera in the guest room other than the monitor one. I was leaning back in the chair, my legs up over the arms, my one hand furiously rubbing between my legs and my other squeezing and rubbing my tits. The picture on the screen….a woman…obviously older with a young guy banging her.