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Me & Mrs. Wilson
The Smell Of Her Smoke
Mrs. Wilson is my ex-girlfriend’s mom. Although Izzy and I are history, her mom calls and texts as though she wants us to make a little history. However, at this point, our relationship is purely transactional.
Each Friday her husband goes away for the day. He attends a used car auction out of state and returns late evening. On the mornings of said day, I supply her with a gram of Meth of which she pays $200 or 5 times the going rate.
Mrs. Wilson usually places the cash in the mailbox and I text her when switching out the cash for drugs. However, on this occasion, she requested that I drop by the liquor store and pick up a fifth of Grey Goose.
“The door will be open. Just follow the music to my suite on the first floor. I will have the cash for you,” she says.
Alexandra is a 48-year-old MILF of epic proportions. She has a wonderful surgeon who has supplied her with lips, ass cheeks, boobies, and wrinkle-free tan skin.
I enter through the garage and follow the music. It leads me past an enormous two-story marble foyer. The smell of fresh flowers invades my senses as the sounds of classical music fill the air. A soprano begins a solo. Her hauntingly erotic voice creates a surreal ambiance.
