Me Mom and My Mom s Lesbian Lover
I arrived at my mother's house shortly after five o'clock; I had made arrangement s at an Italian restaurant she liked at six. As I approached I spotted my mother's lover Angela seated in a chair on the front porch, her legs resting on the wood railing. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me in a dreamy manner like someone who'd just got fucked. "You're mom's running late," she said. "It's my fault." Angela was not an unattractive woman by any difinition. I liked women who were a bit...