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Neuro submission transmitter 5

... over with her ass to me. "He said, that if I never got a final decree from the court, we may still be married." She answers, while wiggling the thin strip of material between her firm, round ass cheeks. "And if that's the case, then your dad may very well be entitled to half of what we inherited." She says, standing up straight and adjusting the front of the thong over her pussy lips. My cock is standing at attention, as she extracts a matching bra from the same drawer and slips her arms into it. "How did he even know about the money?" I ask, while I watch mom fasten the bra across the center of her chest and arrange each of her tits comfortably in its cup. "Who knows?" Mom seethes. "The lawyer just said to bring all the papers I have and he'll try to get it straightened out." She turns towards me, noticing my hard cock for the first time. "Oh honey, I am really not in the mood, right now." She says, apologetically. "I know, mom." I respond, getting off the bed and hugging her. "I'm fine." I say. "But I can't help my reaction to watching you get dressed. I never get tired of seeing your sexy body, mom." I tell her, holding her tightly against me, her silk covered tits pushing into my chest and my hard cock pressing against the front of her thong. "You came twice this morning already, Nick." She exclaims, referring to our lovemaking when we woke up a few hours ago. She reaches her hand between us and squeezes my hard-on. "God! The resilience of teenagers." She laughs. "Can ...

... you at least wait until we get to Uncle Harry's?" She asks, kissing me lightly on my lips. "Sure mom." I answer, squeezing her bare ass cheeks. "No problem." I break the hug and head to my bedroom to get ready. "Mom." I say, turning back to her from the doorway. "Don't worry, everything will be alright." "I know." She says, smiling unconvincingly. I haven't been to Uncle Harry's in quite a while. It seems weird not to call Nicole to tell her we're here. When she called a few weeks ago to tell me she was seeing someone from school, I was really upset. I almost used the post transmission suggestion on her, but once I calmed down, I realized that it was really for the best. We're still friends, and I'm actually happy for her. We get there late and mom and I crash out on Uncle Harry's king sized bed. We snuggle up to each other, but it's obvious that mom isn't in the mood for anything else, so we just go to sl**p. The next day, while mom is at the lawyers, I search Uncle Harry's office for the charger. As I'm leaving his office, to go look in the library, the front doorbell rings. I'm shocked to see Nicole's mom standing on the front porch. "Uh, come in Mrs. Devlin." I say, opening the door wider. "How have you been?" I ask, wondering why she's here. She's wearing a red halter-top, stretched tightly across her ample tits, a pair of white shorts and flip-flops. "I've been good, Nick." She says, stepping across the threshold. "But, please call me Maggie." She says, smiling. I follow ...