"Get that d**k back into me, young man," I ordered, trying to sound motherly.
He laughed, "That doesn't work anymore, my slut. Plus, the realtor is waiting."
"Fine," I said, even though it definitely wasn't fine, my p***y hating the feeling of being empty. I followed my son out of the house and over to the real estate agent who was next to her car on her cell phone, apparently none the wiser.
She hung up and asked, seeming to notice my red cheeks, but not saying anything, "So? Is this the one?"
"Definitely," I nodded.
"Great," she smiled. "I'll get the paperwork started."
I was really excited about having my own house, one containing all the nooks and crannies where I hoped to get my cranny nookied by my son.
Once back in the car, Cory said, "I want some ice cream."
"I want some wa
