Oh, I felt like I was in trouble now.I walked behind my mother and watched her big wide as sway as she walking into the living room. She looked very s...exy in her robe. The look was a classic glamour look, like a 40's lady.She sat down on the couch and told me to sit down too. I sat next to her and I felt very nervous about this "talk". I knew I was in for a lecture now.My mother started with that she knew what happened last night was wrong. She continued to talk about how a mother and her son. I watched as she gripped John's shoulders and used them to pull herself up and let herself down, impaled on John's cock. She started screaming like a banshee. She was howling out her sex sounds.She was growling, "Cum in me, cum in meeee. Cumming."I thought, with a smile, this would be a fine fix if we were pulled over. John and Carol finally settled down with a big sigh. I could eventually focus on driving - with a big smile on my face and a tent in my pants.It was a Sunday and there was. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. She agreed only because she needed some money for her car since she was fifteen and turning sixteen in a month mr and mrs martins were going on an anniversary trip to the bahamas they said only needed to babysit from two to ten their grandparents were babysitting them in the morning and she would arrive and babysit them until they went to bed but the part that caught her ear was that they would pay fifty dollars a day she quickly agreed and said she would be there at one thirty just giving her.