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Neuro submission transmitter 5

"God damn! That fucking bastard!" I hear mom yell from the living room. Jumping out of bed, I run in to see what's wrong. Mom's fuming as she walks back and forth reading a letter. She's wearing a short terrycloth robe that she must have slipped on to go out to the mailbox. "What's wrong, mom." I ask, putting my arm around her shoulder and trying to read the letter. "What's that?" I ask. "It's a letter from your father's lawyer." She yells, stomping her feet. "He says your father is entitled to half of the money from Uncle Harry's estate, because our divorce was never final." "What do you mean?" I ask. "He's wrong isn't he? I mean about your divorce." "Of course he's wrong." She says, hesitantly. "I mean, I'm pretty sure we're divorced." Mom says, thinking about it. "I signed papers and sent them to your father's lawyer. But, I guess, if he never filed them, then we could still be married. Shit!" "Jesus!" I say. "Can he really get half of our money?" I ask, incredulously. Mom's robe has fallen open and, even in my anger, my cock responds to her magnificent body. "I don't know." Mom says, completely unaware of my hard cock, as she walks into the kitchen. "I've got to make some phone calls." Damn! I've got to get the transmitter fixed. I wasn't worried about it because I haven't needed to use it. Mom and my s****r, Susan, have continued to be amazingly adventurous sex partners, with me and with each other. Mrs. Edwards, responding to the trigger I gave her, continued my sexual ...

... lessons until the end of the semester, and Nicole and I broke up a couple of months ago. There was no real urgency. But, now there is! I can take care of this thing with dad, if I can just get the transmitter working. Going into my room, I retrieve it from its hiding place in my closet. I've already discovered that the bottom slides open, exposing connectors that I'm not familiar with. I've looked in a few computer and electronics stores, but haven't found anything that fits it. Lying down on my bed, I study the connector again. "I have to go down to Uncle Harry's and meet with the lawyer tomorrow." Mom says, walking into my bedroom. "Do you want to come with me?" "Sure." I answer, thinking I might be able to find the charger at Uncle Harry's house. "Did you want to leave tonight?" I ask. Mom hasn't pulled her robe closed, and she might as well be naked, standing in the doorway. Her breasts are heaving up and down, as her breath comes in heavy sighs, and her porcelain smooth pussy mound is right at my eye level. "Yes, right away." She says, so distracted that she still doesn't notice my erection. "As soon as I pack an overnight case." Mom says, pulling her robe off as she turns toward her bedroom. I follow her into her bedroom, admiring her luscious ass on the way. I sit on her bed and watch her while she changes. "What did the lawyer say, mom?" I ask, as she pulls a light blue thong from her dresser. I am mesmerized, as she steps one and then the other foot into it, bending ...