I was so overcome with lust, stroking slowly, watching my moms fingers disappear into her pussy. Suddenly she let out a moan and caught herself with h...er free hand on the doorway. Her hand moved away between her legs, she looked at me and seemed to come to a decision. With no hesitation, she walked across the room towards me. I stood up, thinking she was coming to me. But she didn’t. She walked passed me, then crawled onto my bed putting her face and shoulders down onto the pillows and her ass. ’ In English, we’ve adopted a lot of names for unsatisfactory art from their French brethren—banal, prosaïque, cliché—but from Québécois, the most apt and literal translation for quétaine is “cheesy.”I felt my cheeks ignite, and tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. Soon they’d be bloodshot. My mascara would run. And then it was only a matter of time before I turned into Gérôme’s ‘Truth Coming Out of Her Well.’ With garden-snake irises, it’s impossible to be a pretty crier.Cheesy. That. Out of the car, he checked himself out in the side mirror and headed forthe front door.The client, Sabrina Ford, met him with a pleasant smile and led himinside. They exchanged small talk and toured the house, Jason stopping ineach room to take measurements.He hesitated in the master bedroom. A gorgeous skirt and blouse hung neara full length mirror, heels on the floor. A fresh bra and pantie set layon the bed. For a moment he fidgeted with his wedding ring, wondering howthe client would look. “Give Adelaide and me an hour and a half? Be here with coffee. You can use my debit card. It should tap but if it asks you for a code, 1397. Just make a square.”“You’re a square,” Adelaide said and roughed up my hair.“OK,” Jess mumbled. “I’ll just be going.”“Take the keys, brass one works on the front door,” I said. I stepped over her head and Adelaide led me by hand to my bed. I fell down and she rolled her back into my chest. I think I was out before Jess had climbed up from her knees.“Wake.