All that contempt changed with this last winter when a new couple moved down the street from where my family lives. XXX Jensen from across the street called this morning, her husband is out driving the truck again for the next few weeks. The morning came quickly, and I was up and dressed before my mother even knocked on the door. She again reached up in the cupboard, leaning up on her toes. My first thrust was met with the sound of a loud smack, the skin of my hips crashing into her ass. I didn’t have time to think about it, apparently somewhere in my unconscious my mind had been made up; it had calculated the earlier advances by her. “Sounds good.”
“Well what are you so happy about?”
“Nothing, just feels good to help people out, you know?”
“I can’t believe you just said that.
