Sylvia, Neil, and Bobbie, Too! (Part 4)
Divorced mother, teenaged son, and mom's older female friend from work all get what they need
Bacon sizzled in the cast iron skillet as Neil sat, bare-chested, on a bar stool in the kitchen, reading the Sunday morning Herald-Telegraph. “Toast and jam?” Sylvia asked her son. Yesterday, she was fucking her brains out with Bobbie. Today, she was back to being a doting mother, albeit one with impure thoughts regarding her son. “Yes, Mom.” Neil didn’t look up from the paper. “Thanks.” As Sylvia placed crispy bacon stri...