“Yup, much better,” he managed between mouthfuls of cereal and toast. Sex video Now take me. But as generals say about battle plans – that none survive first contact with the enemy – her plan disappeared the second she slipped into her son’s bed. Finally she said “what am I, Jordie?”
“You’re..unhh…uhhh…my…uhhh…mom.”
“Who are you fucking, honey?”
“I’m fucking my…uhhh…mom.”
“What’s my name, Jordie?”
“It’s…unhh…uhhh…Loretta.”
“Who are you fucking, Jordie?” barely able now to talk at all, her eyes rolling up into her head. “Too late,” he grinned, “we’re already in heaven. She and her husband were no longer in love. Maybe XXL. Just the thought of it gave her pause, remembering how ten years earlier it had been a godsend to her and Jordan, how her repeated invitations to him to “help Mom” plant seeds had helped
