A story in the S.M.O.M.S. Universe
A near 'stream of consciousness' expression of motherly love, hate, insanity, inanity, and occasional sex. It's a randy, bucolic tale when nothing is sacred in the SMOMS universe. See my first, S.M.O.M.S. tale for more context.
Molly & Dan hire a pool boy who turns out to be a sexy dancer at one of Vegas' casinos. As the week goes by Molly is transfixed by his buff body and masturbates daily while watching him. Dan watches her then arranges some time for Molly to fulfill her desire, not knowing she will then take charge of his sexual activities and turn the tables on him.
In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.