Chad’s hands reached around and undid Mom’s belt buck and unfastened her jeans. The one condition I laid down for arranging the whole thing was that he would hook up a video camera in the van so I could catch the action ( I thought it would be a good laugh watching my prudish mom fending off his horny advances). I told him, we’d all have a few beers and at some point I’d split, and he’d have his shot. The night they were to meet, Mom’s boyfriend had called to tell her that he thought their relationship wasn’t working out ( he would later call begging to get back together, but by then it was too late) and that they should take a break from each other. Mom took Chad up her shit chute like a champ, using nothing more then just spit and cum as a lubricant. By the time I was 18 she had just turned 42 and my older sister and older brother had moved out of the house.
