yoursluttymom: With all of the crazy shit going on in your life, what with your mom and your best fr
yoursluttymom: With all of the crazy shit going on in your life, what with your mom and your best friend dating, it’s easy to see how you’d be clumsy and forget to bring your lunch to school this morning. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) your mom called the school to let them know that she’d be coming to bring it so that you wouldn’t go hungry. And that’s why you could never truly get mad at your mom, she was always looking out for you and always had your best interest at heart, even if sometimes it didn’t always seem like it. You couldn’t wait to greet your mom in the lounge and thank her for bringing your food….Until you saw what she just so happened to be wearing: A very low cut tank top and shorts that would make an 80’s tennis player blush. Indeed, the pessimist in you would say your mom was dressed no better than the streetwalkers that graced that downtown slums at night, but the realist in you just did what you could to hide your quickly growing boner. An ailment that surely affected others beside you as your mom bent over to buy you a bag of chips from the nearby vending machine, seemingly doing so exactly when she saw a group of tall, muscular jock looking boys coming down the hallway. The sight of your mom’s enormous, toned tan ass no doubt sent blood rushing downward through the bodies of any nearby male classmates and faculty members alike.Just as she handed you the chips and bid you goodbye to head to work, your good “friend” just so happened to show up, even though you didn’t tell him your mom was coming to bring your food. Surprisingly to you, your mom only said “Hi” to him and asked how he was doing, and didn’t shove her tongue down his throat like you thought she might (or perhaps hoped she might). That’s when she said she was leaving but asked where the bathroom was to make a quick stop. Well, it just so happens your friend was heading to the bathroom himself, and offered to show her the way so you could make your way back to class. He and your mom quite quickly left before you could get a word in, and you were stuck alone staring at your mom’s flapping ass cheeks walking along side the skinny white douche you happen to call a friend. In mere seconds they disappeared, leaving you to your own sick, perverted fantasies.Fantasies that would keep evolving and getting more twisted with each step you took back to class. Should you follow them? Would that make you look like an insecure weirdo to both of them? Surely they weren’t doing anything in the bathroom, right?Your mom wasn’t giving him head in a stall while some bystander used one just right next to them. No way your buddy was taking her ass from behind while she grasped onto shit stained toilet roll holders. These were just the crazy little thoughts running through your head as you sat in class and tried desperately to clear your head and get back to work. And that’s when many minutes later your pal made his way back to class, looking quite fatigued, sweaty and worn out. Maybe he was severely constipated and was just in the fight of his life on the shitter. Or maybe not.And maybe the crusty white stains on his pants are just dried up pieces of mayo or whatever that weirdo likes to eat. Or maybe not.Maybe you should ask your mom about it when you get home. -- source link