Not like some managers that got to close to their associates. I knew I was well liked by many of the store personnel. I was strict but not overbearing..., kind but not fake. "Manager to the front," Cindy said, over the intercom. "Get everything to the back, then get them blocking please," I said, he nodded back at me, then went to the back. I walked to the front of the store to see what Cindy had wanted. A customer wanted a full refund on items she had bought two days ago, Sheryl was busy bagging. Some of the best sex we’ve had has been after one of our screaming matches at each other that I also hope you don’t hear.”“We don’t,” I assured her.Jo went on, “Despite my sounding down on our living together, we love each other. You’ve been married a long time. You know that it’s not all smooth sailing. You get pissed off at each other; you do dumb things or say dumb things, BUT in the end you still love each other. Marriage or living as we do is an exercise in patience, forgiveness,. I mean I don't think I've ever made anyone cry before. And I guess I know I should feel bad, but between you and me? It felt amazing. And not just amazing, it felt... sexual. Like viscerally sexual. I felt like... I dunno, a grown-up I guess? A real person for once. A person who could throw a punch, and hurt somebody and be OK with that. It made me want to fuck and eat a cheeseburger in no particular order.Anyway since then Ethan has been looking a little.. I dunno man-boy to me. The shit I. Matter of fact the last time I masturbated, was on news years day 2014. As mom sipped her coffee watching Bob Eubanks talk about the upcoming parade, I was stroking my hard cock and undressing her in my mind. As I began to nut,I I promised myself that The next time I was going to feel myself coming was going to be inside my mother's mouth,pussy,ass or anywhere on her naked body.By the end of February I was about to go crazy and had stockpiled enough RX to put Dear old mom out for entire night.