"I've got to learn to be more careful. "What do you mean, mom?" Ever since we started fucking, when I go out in public, I am always smiling. I don't want people to put two and two together. "How could they?" Oh, I was shopping and smiling as usual and this other woman walked by and she had the same sort of smile on her face. We made eye contact and then both started laughing. Some people can tell."
"I still can't believe you are letting me fuck you, mom. "You can thank my friend, Maryanne. She confided to me she and her son are fucking and she says it was the best decision she ever made." I always liked Maryanne."
"So, you are done fucking dad? "Yes, son. I am done fucking your father." And you don't have any boyfriends out there, do you? "No son. I just have you." But if I wanted you to fuck my friends, you'd do that for me? "Yes, son. If you like your friends can fuck me. You're the man of the house now.""
"And for this year's birthday boy, a very special gift. I am divorcing your father. He should be out of here by the end of the month. "Gosh, mom. That's the best gift in the whole world. Thank you!" No, son. Thank you!"