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Reaping The Benefits of a Drinking s****r and Moth

Date: 12/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

came up with her own cover story. When she starts to show, she's going to tell her friend Sherry's mother, pretending she's scared to admit to me that she snuck out late one night to a college frat party, and someone slipped something into her drink. Next thing she knew, she missed her next period, but can't even remember what the guy looks like! I'll act shocked, but then be the loving and supporting mother that would warm everyone's hearts on a Lifetime network movie." "Mom?" "Yes honey?" "Does this mean I'll score father's day presents?" "Don't press your luck, young man!" she snapped, but she couldn't keep the amused grin off of her face. "Watch your step, or I'll buy you a traditional father's day necktie and make you wear it to school!" "Fuck no! I won't wear a tie!" "Language, Michael." "Oh, sorry about that mom!" he blushed. "It just slipped out." "That's okay; just don't let me hear you swearing again." He was quiet for a moment. "Mom, Is it okay if I take the lawn mower door to door tomorrow? I bet if I start early enough, I can mow at least six lawns. If I charge twenty-five dollars, I'll have one hundred fifty bucks in one day!" "What's with the sudden entrepreneurial interest? I thought you were going to just lazy your way through the summer?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I, um, I thought I could help raise some money to buy stuff for the babies. Terri has her part time job. I want to help too!" "Your s****r landed that job before she knew she was pregnant, ... young man!" she laughed. "Don't let her con you. I already told her we're financially secure enough to do this. I have a whole series of articles I plan on writing about dealing with an unexpected pregnancy in your early to mid forties. That'll pay for my and your s****r's prenatal care, and delivery room expenses." "Mom, shouldn't that be late forties? You're forty-eight." She held up a finger. "Watch it, buster! Never question a woman's age!" she grinned. "Especially if you actually happen know what it is!" She sighed. "I should get cracking. I'm in the middle of a seriocomic piece over the dread of how frightfully big your already oversize knockers might get." "Wow!" he said, not being able to suppress a giggle. "You are kinda big already, um, up top." He snickered some more. "How big do you think they'll get?" "So, young man, you think that's funny?" She snatched his paper plate away, and put it on the coffee table. "I'll give you something to laugh about!" She launched herself at her son. "Tickle-bug!" "Mom, I'm not a little k**!" he protested, but it was too late! She grabbed him and started to tickle all the remembered places from when he was little. Mike writhed, gasping and laughing. "St-Stop! I c-can't breath!" he cried, tears running from his eyes as he nearly bust a gut laughing. Amanda was so overjoyed at their lives setting back to normal, that she indulged herself just a little too long in pretending Michael was the little c***d he no longer was. As he squirmed ...