The door slams

I hear the door open and then slam. Shortly I hear several glasses crash in the sink and then a loud wail come from the living room.

I walk to the living room and there is mom lying face down on the sofa crying. Her dress is pushed up above her knees and I can get a glimpse of the hole she has cut in her pantyhose.

I come up to her and ask, "Mom? What's wrong?" (As if I don't know)

She turns over and sits up and takes my hand and pulls me next to her. "No one came near me today. I am so lonely for a mans touch. I..I...even made a hole in my hose for someone. I am so ****. Take me downtown so someone will **** me. I am so **** for sex!" She turns bright red in embarassment at what she just said.

"Mom, I will **** you if you want. But I would rather that you want me to fuck you instead. Dry your tears and get ready." I don't know if she will respond.

'You..you will?" she asks through her tears.

"Yes, I will. I am clean and don't have any diseases that you could get from any **** downtown. Now get ready. Go redo your makeup and put on that perfume you like so much. I found a new outfit for you in the closet. Put it on" I kiss her on her lips and grasp her left breast with my right hand.

She gets up and goes into the bathroom. As she does I want her to be very embarassed by the outfit but extremely aroused by it. She soon call out......