M y physical body was already taking its own course of action in handling the ongoing situation. She was no more my mother, she was a woman, a woman I... wanted to fuck. I wanted her and couldn’t deny that. Instantly my cock was hard. I was sure she could feel my erection against her tummy. I increased the pressure on her lips. I sampled the exciting taste of her lipstick, and my tongue was trying to enter her mouth. Willingly, she opened her mouth, consenting to the stimulating assault. Happily I. The phone rang and it was Amanda, “Hi Frank” she said in her usual chirpy voice, “Are you busy?” She asked and I told her I wasn’t and that I was chilling out for the evening, “Great” came the reply, “I have some wages for you, is it ok to drop round?” Well I wasn’t going to say no as cash was involved. I was naked under my shirt robe and I saw no reason to change as Amanda had seen it all before so I just sat around waiting on her arrival. The doorbell rang just after 7pm and standing there. “Why didn’t you ever say something? And here I thought we were, you know, kind of in a monogamous ... Oh shit, never mind. So you’ll help me?”Angela shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.I was sure the clocks around the world had all stopped sometime early Wednesday morning, then restarted at a painfully slow. "Good," he declared. With that he led us into the back where he gave us brooms and rags so we could get to work. The girls were still giggling about my 'girlhood' when he returned carrying a tray on which he had three donuts and three cups of soda. "Here's a little advance on your pay," he stated with a smiled before returning to the front counter. We dove into the snack with gusto. Everything seemed fine with the world as we filled ourselves with the sweet treats. As we ate the delicious.