After all we had the entire weekend to fuck at our own pace."God yes...fuck mee...fuck..me..harder!" She was already breathing hard, I think the littl...e slut was going to come already, not but a few minutes after we started. I loved the fact that I had turned my Mother into my little cock whore. As I'm building up to my orgasm we were both surprised by the phone ringing. I immediately stopped and looked at my Mom almost in fright."Don't answer it, just keep fucking me" She said, it was obvious. She kept saying, "Oh, my God, oh, my God! So good, so good! Oh, my God!"She turned her head and looked up at Lou. "Is it always this good?" she asked.Lou looked at me, reached out and touched my cheek. "When you love someone, believe it or not, it's even better," she said.Tricia sighed and said, "If it gets even better than that, how do people survive it?" Well, it is called 'le petite mort', 'the little death'," said Lou.They both looked at me, expectantly. "I'm ready," said Tricia.I moved up. It was one of our favorite spots since we knew all the bartenders, bouncers, and some of the regulars. We also used to mix music with the DJ from time to time. So we start off with some shots and a beer chaser. We talked to the bartender for a bit before ordering another round of shots, I looked over and noticed a girl sitting by herself. She was hot as hell too. She was Puerto Rican, 5'8", raven black hair that went down about mid back, about a 34-36 c-cup size(I never cared to ask), tight. "I know we aren't supposed to talk what transpired while we were all onthe threshold of death, but now I see life from a different perspective.I'm suddenly grateful for the second chance I have been given, and believesomething happened up there, something wonderful. For the first time, Ifeel alive."Collins stood as the President called his name and began walking to thepodium to receive his recognition before the herd of reporters andcameramen. Him and Shephard also spent some time putting.