Oh no, I thought. She DID get cold feet. Or worse. Worse would be that she got talked back into Tony’s arms. Maybe she was fucking him right now, I ...thought. It occurred to me that technically, I COULD easily check on them, but then I heard her voice from my right side. “We just keep running into each other”, she said as she smiled. To my utter delight, my mom Kelly came down topless, wearing only a bright yellow G-string bikini as her bottom piece. She slowly got into the hot tub, covering her. " "No, no problem," I answered with a shaky voice. "I just have a frog in her throa... I, I mean a frog in my throat." Well, okay," she replied, her face twisted in confusion. "See you tomorrow." "Okay, See you," I said, trying to restrain myself as best I could before losing it completely. "Mother fucker! God damn sons a bitch!" I screamed as I exploded into your mouth, filling it to overflowing with my hot load. The last thing I remembered seeing was Ann recoiling in horror before turning to. For the life of me, I can't figure why he takes those little bottles. After all, he makes in the high six figures, some years even hits seven, and he acts like a cheapskate. But still, the sight of the bottle acting out an orgasm gets me very hot. The color may be a little off, but I've got a good imagination.On the other hand, possibly it was that one thing, the last straw, that annoyed me so, that made me begin to contemplate the idea that it might be time again for me to start looking for a. She'd ask about school, and try to help with my homework. She'd ask me about my dreams when she woke me up in the morning. She talked to me and read to me if she was home at bedtime, but that was only a few days a week.I never really thought about how much of a job it was to be a mother. And my mother had worked hard at it. Because she cared about me. That thought really, like, got to me. Okay, I guess sometimes she got impatient with me, and sometimes she was probably just pissed off at her.