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[[Category:Mother's Helping Hand|Start/Virgin/Random]]
[[Category:Mother's Helping Hand|Start/Virgin/Random]]

Revision as of 09:51, 4 March 2020

You're not sure if you're ready to deal with picking someone from her school, yes she would have an easier time dealing with it all if things went wrong and arranging the meetup, but you just can't go down that road just yet. "Mom can we just look to see if there's anyone around town that catches my eye?"

She gives you a dirty look "What? My girls aren't good enough?" She asks, anger starting to rise in her voice.

You shake your head and hold up your hands. "No, no, that's not what I meant. I just think it would be safer if we went with some not so close to you. Less ccchance of a bbback lllash." You stutter, worried that you pissed her off and lost you chance.

She takes a deep calming breath. "Yes and no." She replies. "Yes there would be less of a chance to tie all of this to the school, if something went wrong, but also lest opportunity for me to cover anything up. With one of my students I could make the issue or even her dissapear. Someone from town, especially an adult and it would be much harder to clean up your mistakes."

"Make her dissapear?" You ask with a little trepidation. "What do you mean by dissapear?."

She gives you a dirty grin, "I don't think you're ready for that line if thougt, let's just say you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, and I have plans for what to do with those broken eggs." She wraps her arms around your waist. Her breath a little more husky, as she whispers into your ear. "Enough talk about sad things, let's go into town and pick up a girl for you to fuck." She purrs.

You let out a gulp as you realize your mother was a lot more perverted and dark than you ever imagined.

While traveling to and around town you saw: