The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. It was late when Janice finally pulled back into her drive way. Getting out of bed he called up his mail account and went to getready for school. There on his computer screen was his dear old mother. Could he have ment..." Janice chewed at her bottom lip asshe tried to think this through. "Just go in, get what you need and leave," she told herself. The small shop had the muskysmell of cigarettes and sex, and was packed with a variety of porno movies and plasticdildos of every size. "You gonna buy something lady, or are you just gonna stand there and drool overthem? I mean SHE is, justplease show me what the standard assortment for a woman would be! She felt like a foolish c***d at having toask a man something she believe she should already now about. She felt her nipples grow hard as they pushed and strained against the rough fabric of herbra. Soon she would feel herpussy getting wet, her bare outer lips swelling and pushing against her panties, rubbingwhenever she twisted or turned at her desk.
Shehad made such abig deal about the magazines, and then she goes off and sends a photo likethis to a guy she doesn't even really know. Shegathered up theassortment of bag from her shopping spree and headed inside. "Dam, I'm gonna have to sort that all out," Janice sighed. I've got more important things to do." Janice almost giggled as she skipped over the pile and headed up to herroom. Locking her bedroom door behindher shespread the assortment of newly purchached lingerie out on her bed. Sheer and skimp panties with half bra and garters coveredthe bed. She'd win back her man if it was the last thing she did. He had given up waitingfor hismom last night and had gone to bed. Itwas still downloading when he got out of the shower. " What the hell did she send me anyway" John walked down to the end of the hall and called out. Mom, you still here." He knew she would be half way to work by this time, but he always madesure beforeventuring into her room that she was no where abouts. Her long legs spreadwide,showing off what appeared to be her newly shaven pussy through a pair ofcrotchlesspanties. John dick was rock hard as helooked at theview before him. I mean, any woman who has a WHOLE wardrobe full of the kind of lingerie you do, is worth getting to know better. She spotted a selection of sex toy against the far wall and quicklyheaded for them. The deep gruff voice came from the man behind the counter. Her nipples would stiffen and push out into theopen, causeing lewd obviose bumps against her blouse.
It read: Seeking Someone Special, SWF, 37, 5'7", traditional mother of 1 looking for adventurous, outgoing male for companionship and corr- espondance. He couldn't tell if her face was redder from the vigorous fuck she'd justgiven her self, or from the embarrassment of having enjoyed it so much. , Don't bother I'll have one of the other adjustors get it for me. Honestly Janice your becoming more and more incompetent by the day! Janice looked at her as shewent over to one of the other adjustors.
If interested please e-mail ***** That had been a month ago, and things had taken an unexpectedturn. Making Mother my SLUT Part 4 (Decisions of desperation) Janice awoke feeling sore, tired and very troubled that morning. She noticed her shapely toned legs and the way herass swayed ever so slightly.
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.