Mom's bedroom shelving contained many of the classic pornographic books, those used by teen and pre-teen boys and girls to assist them as masturbatory... aids. She encouraged me to read them, possibly looking toward the day when we might become partners in the family business. (As I said earlier, I hadn't really believed her when she'd said that she hoped I wouldn't become a prostitute.) Mom connected with an agency and was doing mostly outcalls, which paid a shitload more money, especially for. Halfway through the movie she went down on you and kissed the end result into *your* mouth after you first deposited it into *hers*. She paid for everything too, opened doors for you, and complimented you on your looks—more things no woman has ever done for you. After the movie she drove you out to a romantic spot where you parked like a couple of horny teenagers, but before things got too far she announced her *true* desire. “You’re not the kind of guy I would normally date,” she informs you,. “Oh, I seemed to have stirred something up,” she saidwith a smile.I didn’t know what to do, so I reached out, and Ilightly rubbed her one arm. “You’ve been stirring me up for a long time.” Deena smiled and I took that as a signal, so I got upout of my chair, and I planted a light kiss on her lips.She didn’t resist and even stuck her tongue in my mouth. We parted lips and we looked at each other. We knew whatwe wanted and didn’t have to say it. A. I saw her blush as the sensations kicked in, then sag slightly as the combination of the stimulators and the chemicals pushed her over the edge almost immediately. She wasn't going to climb back out of this for a while. Wild-eyed, she staggered stiff-limbed back to her chair beside me. She sort of oozed into her seat, a puddle of quivering teenaged flesh. Her breathing was ragged."Comfy?" I asked her in a light tone.She looked back up at me with a languid expression, her eyes unfocused and her.