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Even agreeing to things shewould never have even thought of before. I'll prove to him that I'm worth keeping.the toys.will I tell him about the toys." That night John noticed his mother seemed preoccupied withsomething. Why do things always have to be so complicated, she thought? Even after five years the pain of her husband's abandonment hadn't eased any. That bitch could probably have any guy she wanted." Her anger quickly faded to feelings of self loathing at the remembrance of lastnights escapades. The way it had pushed her lips apart as it slowly stretched herlong neglected hole.
It was no longer just a game,it had become a way for John to manipulate his unwitting mother. I can be anything you want me to be." That kind of submission from his mother shocked him, but that was notwhat had his adolescent dick standing at attention. It showed her sitting on her bed with her blousehalfway open showing off a lacy black bra and looking into the camerawith a mixture of embarrassment, lust and longing. As if she were trying to work out some puzzle in her head. He'd written the message so shewould be forced into buying more lingerie, but things took an unexpectedturn. I finally meet a guywhom I'm interested in and who seems to be interested in me, and I still can't seem to getthings to work out properly. Before herhusband had walked out, he'd said many things. Her pussy was still a little sore from the vigorous fucking she'd givenher self with that cucumber. How good it had felt to have something filling her again as she rammedthe green makeshift dildo up her rapidly juicing cunt.
This is foolish, she thought, a woman my age acting like a love sickschoolgirl. I lost Frank because I wasn't willingto be thewoman he wanted, I'm not about to loose another man. John laughs to himself as he sees her just leave thes**ttered mess. " Fingers shaking she keyed the *open* command and felt a tingle rushthrough herbody as she saw that it was from her mystery man after all. The photo you sent just goes to prove that you're all wrong for me. Making Mother My Slut 3 (reeling her in) John rummaged around his mothers room, going through drawerafter drawer and taking carful note of every bit of clothing she owned. His dick stirred slightly as he eyed the silky contentswithin. He reached in and pulled out thepair of crotch less panties his mom had worn the night before. Enjoy the thought thathe was running his fingers over the same clothes that had been so close tohis mothers skin. He getshome only two hours before his mom does, and if he was going to send hismessage off today he had to get moving. The rest of the trip was a blur as she raced to hercar,then onto the freeway. She looked at her juice soaked pantiesand felt a small thrill run down her. The light finally changed and Janice shot around a slower car.
Checking tomake sure no one was looking her way then tried swivelling the chair backto the left. " she moaned out as she felt her pussy twinge from her panties silky touch This time people had heard her, and she blushed deep red whiletrying to play it off as nothing more than a leg cramp. Janice sat at her desk slowly rocking back and forthinher chair with a lazy day dream expression across her face. A look ofdisgust crossed her face as she shook her head and walked up to the window.
The way she arched her back to thrust out her tits and make themstrain against the black lace bra had the 13 year olds dick stiff and throbbing. Janice suddenly realized that her MAN thinks she had a wholewardrobe full of exciting lingerie. She looked overand saw that the stores would be closed before she got to them. She checked the addressagain to make sure she was at the right address. It was such an obvious lie, but she just couldn't bring her self toallow anyone to think she was buying one of these for herself. She could agree with what the man said and act like she knew what shewas doing. "Well if your friend is any kind of real woman at all, I'm sureshe's going to want quite a few of our *items*." Janice bristled for a moment at the question of whether or not her "friend" was anykind of real woman. " He had to smile at that question as hewatched her frown in thought. "And I stood there like an idiot and actually believed him!
He stillcouldn't believe his mother would send such a photo much less take one. Yelling and carrying on when she'd discovered John's stash ofplayboys as if the world was coming to an end. So ofcourse he would think I own a few of them." Janicebrightened at her revelation. If she sent him another photo in thesameold stuff she had on last night he'd realize she didn't. "Le Sex Shoppe 22527 Napuc Ave" This was the place alright. She'd lead a rather sheltered existence uptill now. "Well the first thing we got to determine is what kind of woman your friend is. The man had unknowingly hit upon Janice's sore spot with that commentand her answer was spoken with quite a bit of annoyance. Did she really believe there was some kind of minimum amount shewas suppose to buy? the *standard assortment*" he said as if he sold suchthing all the time. Well I'm not goingback there, so I guess I'm stuck with all this stuff. She would promise herself that she wasn't going to letherself be distracted during work, that she would set aside her personal life until the endof the day.
Looking over at the clock hesees he doesn'thave long until his mom gets home, so he hurriedly types a reply to her. She hadn't been able to concentrate on her workallday. He stopped as he spotted one of hismagazinessitting open on his mothers night stand. He no longer saw his mother as the caring, nurturing figure that he once had. Janice fought back the feeling of panic welling inside her. I'll just have to make sure that I check my messages before ANYTHING else"*Ding* She smiled and felt giddy as she opened up the mail. She found herself thinking more and more about sex.
She felt guilt and embarrassment over the photo she'd sent, to avirtual stranger noless. He smiled knowingly tohimself ashe sees her hurriedly grabbing her papers and briefcase, then practicallyrun to the frontdoor. It was open to a picture of a womanwith her legsspread wide, showing off her shaved pussy and pushing up her tit as ifoffering them to theviewer. Instead hesaw his chance to own his very own private whore. God how embarrassing" She sat down quickly and felt the damp crotch of her panties squishback up against her bottom. It took greateffort, to pull her mind back to her duties but within an hour she would start daydreamingand become aroused all over again.