Was this guy taking me home. I recognized him..I went to highschool with him…he was a little younger than I, but not that that mattered. Why the h...ell was he talking me home. I quickly called my sister and said, “Was he supposed to pick me up?” She said, “Yes, is that ok?” I thought well I guess.So, I got in his huge ass truck and he was bragging about how he had a huge case of Bacardi Silver in the back and how he loved those and was going to share with me. I thought he smelled really. Kills the privacy coz we all have our regular lives to live especially if you are a mom & married.Me & my husband we have a good understanding with an agreement that we are free to explore our sex adventures safely with different partners if we can without any worries. It's one of the things that binds us. Sometimes my sex drive is crazy high that in past i have worked at brothels in Amsterdam as a registered Sex worker. Not anymore though lol so don't get any ideas as that time is way past.. "I am not a nice girl, please keep that up lover." I was getting to the point of supercharged excitement when I knew that I would just HAVE to get off."That's right you aren't a nice girl, you look more like a whore."As soon as he said that word - whore - it was like all of my excitement was multiplied by a factor of infinity."That's right, baby, I'm your little whore," I said. And Jesus it was even better when it came out of my mouth. "Your little whore."He was grunting, and gently rubbing his. .. well, at least not my own mother. You are constantly on my mind and I feel butterflies in my stomach when I think about being with you... not just sexually, but just being around you. I'll stick with you no matter what happens." You don't know how wonderful that makes me feel Chris. I feel the same way about you. I almost feel like I'm like a kid again... and in love for the first time."Chris smiled and kissed his mother gently on the lips. He drew back and reached into his pocket, pulling.