“David,” I said. “The bedroom?” I asked. “That would be wrong,” he said. “In the sanctity of your marriage bed.” I almost slapped him,... then the absurdity of his unwillingness to defile my marriage bed while licking my pussy made me laugh instead. “You sure do get wet,” he said. “And in a hurry, too. Sara takes a lot of work, and then I suspect she's slipping in some KY sometimes.” I was very wet. Not really surprisingly wet, but a bit wetter than the time spent on foreplay would justify. I. This time she screamed when she climaxed and for a moment I thought something might be wrong but she never lost rhythm and kept right on going.During those weeks we both slept soundly (when we weren't screwing each other's brains out) because we exhausted ourselves with virtually constant sex.Now don't get me wrong. Mom is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and she loves sex, especially the way I give it to her. She is totally in love with me and devoted to me and will do. 'Holy shit. I stared at the message on the screen. A hundred bucks just for letting my son look at me in this trashy outfit. It was crazy to even consider it. But a hundred fucking bucks."Give me a minute." I took off my headset, put on my robe and went to Jesse's bedroom. He was still asleep. I knew this was a bad idea, but I had no choice. I nudged him awake."Leave me the fuck alone," he growled into his pillow."Jesse, wake up, I need your help. A man wants to pay me a hundred dollars for you. I couldn't see a single downside to this. But something prodded me to ask one more question. "What about Sheila's mind, personality, soul? What happens to her? Does she take over my life?" On the screen, I watched as Sheila leafed through another magazine, apparently waiting for her first coat of polish to dry. There was a long silence from the speakers. "Oh, I wish you hadn't asked that," Mindy finally said. "Why?" I asked. "Well, as much as I don't want to, I have to tell you the truth. Our.