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Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

“Now let Mommy ride you.” I straddled him, sinking down onto his thick length. My heavy breasts bounced as I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his pelvis. Alex’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me faster. “Ride your son’s cock, Mom. Show me how bad you need it.”

As I watched the grim expressions on my in-laws' faces and Louis' evasive gaze, I suddenly realized I'd truly had enough of Mom. … For some reason, Mom always found it entertaining to spread rumors about me and belittle me in front of others. When I was a child, she'd accused me of stealing. Then, later on, at my college graduation, she fabricated stories of me having an affair with one of my professors on the spot. I barely had any friends growing up. Everyone avoided me like the plague. Every time I caught Mom in one of her lies, she would show no remorse. She claimed she was only joking, and that she didn't know everyone else would take what she said so seriously.

Mom acted as if she hadn't heard Grayson. "Why is this so difficult to sever?" She jumped up and stomped on Grayson's fractured bone, trying to break his lower leg with her body weight. After two heavy lunges, it finally separated completely. Veins bulged across Grayson's strained body. Unable to withstand the pain any longer, he lost consciousness. … Mom revived Grayson. Grayson spoke through clenched teeth. "You bitch! If you don't kill me now, I'll murder you one day. I'll make sure you die even more miserably than that whore Beatrice!"

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.

"The whole thing makes me horny. Just thinkin' about it has me wet." Mom's head was spinning. "I, uh, well, um..." Chrissy leaned in close. "Sis, have you ever been with a woman?" she said sexily. "Have I WHAT?!" "All this talk has me fuckin' hot. I'll bet you're hot just thinkin' about your son's huge fucking cock, aren't you?" "I...I..." Mom was incapable of putting a coherent sentence together. "I know you are. Look at you. Your fuckin' crotch is soaked," she said with a wicked tone. Mom gasped and turned a bright shade of red. Her body had given her away. "I've got just the fix," Chrissy whispered.

I know it isn't the same thing as having sex, but at least I'm no longer a complete novice at sex. “Ronny, are you ready yet?” my mom screamed from her room and I immediately jerked up from the bed and rushed for the bathroom. “Almost” I yelled back Tonight, I was finally going to meet the man my mother was so excited about.

Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again. But tonight, something was different. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting soft and quickly turning loud, unrestrained. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Her voice carried clearly, raw and needy. My stomach twisted violently.

“Mom, I would rather fuck you than any one else in the world. Even the top movie stars. But are you really serious, are you going to let me fuck you?” “I feel like the worst slut in the world and on the one hand I’m ashamed that I am doing these things with my own son. On the other hand I haven’t been as excited about sex since I was sixteen and looking forward to having a cock inside me. As long as you want me, I have decided to have any kind of sex with you that you can dream up. For this whole week, while your father’s gone, I want you to sleep with me. And anytime he is gone you can treat me like your girlfriend or your wife. You don’t need a condom to fuck me, I had my tubes tied long a