When Amanda gets here, we’ll try to work on those things. For now, lets just figure out a list of things to work on later. Are you worried about the... station?”Green bag.“Are you worried about your personal finances?”Red bag.“Are you worried about me?”Green bag.“That,” said Bobby, “is something we can work on now. You probably want to know what my intentions are towards Amanda.”Green bag.“Well,” said Bobby. “That’s kind of complicated. I like her. Our relationship is a little strange, or at least. Of course that was the furthest from my mind. I wanted this woman so bad. “Do it rough” she whispered in my ear. I pounded her as hard as I could. She yelled, she shouted, she moaned. I had never been with a woman who made this much noise. I decided she was showing Dean how much she enjoyed it. Making him feel bad maybe. I was careful not to cum too soon but finally she wailed “I want you to cum”. And I did, big time.We lay on the bed puffing and panting. She hugged me and we kissed again.. We hardly moved as I emptied my load so deep inside my mother there was no doubt in my mind that she could taste it. A low humming, a constant whine escaped my mother as I felt her body start to limber. I held her tight in my grip as the last of my load found its place. As the last of bliss drained away and the real world took its place, I began to feel the full weight of my mother on the other side of the window. Remembering the effect that each hard orgasm I’d seen my mother have had on her. “I’m ok, Ms. Jones, I promise, it’s just an issue I’ve had for a few months, where’s Vicki?”“She’s sleeping in her room,” Ms. Jones responded, “her back was hurting. Do you want some company?”I wasn’t sure if I should have taken that sexual or not, but I wanted the company, especially because of the weird creaks the house made when the wind hit it the right way. She laid down in the blanket next to me, and she faced me. She started “There’s something I wanted to get off of my chest. It was.