Desperate For Cash 1: Mom Begged Me For Help

by Amber FoxxFire

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It was the best day of my life. On a whim, I'd played the lotto - and won.

Yeah, I'd won the big jackpot.

And let me tell you - the old saying that "friends" come out of the woodwork is absolutely true.

It took a few months to actually get my first payment, but not more than a few minutes before people everywhere were begging for handouts.

Not the least of which was my mother.

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It was the best day of my life. On a whim, I'd played the lotto - and won.

Yeah, I'd won the big jackpot.

And let me tell you - the old saying that "friends" come out of the woodwork is absolutely true.

It took a few months to actually get my first payment, but not more than a few minutes before people everywhere were begging for handouts.

Not the least of which was my mother.

Susan, my incredibly hot, 40-year-old mother thought that just because she raised me that she deserved my money.

Oh, she was going to get my money - of that there was no doubt - but I was going to get something in return.

 

I'd taken a few days off work to think about my new life. Having a few extra million in the bank wasn't something I had ever thought would happen to me.

Now what?

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"How about lending your dear old mother some of that, hon? You can't possibly spend it all." Mom pecked me on the cheek the next morning, a cup of coffee in her motherly hand.

She was only wearing her short housecoat with nothing underneath. And I do mean nothing.

With long, slender legs, a motherly bust and a nice, curvy ass, she was a hit at all the parties.

But growing up poor had taken its toll on her. She wasn't as vibrant as she once was and without the latest and greatest fads and makeup, she looked a bit frumpier than she could have.

Now, though, that was all about to change. She just didn't know it yet.

"You don't want a loan, ma. You want a handout." I said, pecking her back.

Her blue eyes batted coquettishly.

"Son..." She followed me into the kitchen, the pitter-patter of her bare feet putting the "hard" in my hard-on.

I wanted to see her squirm.

"You know this is my money, right? I don't owe you or sis or Aunt Mabel or Cousin Becca or the homeless man down the street a thing. I won it. It's mine!" I slammed down my cereal bowl on the counter for emphasis.

Mom jumped back, startled, nearly spilling her coffee.

"Honey, that's not fair!" She whined.

I whirled around, my eyes blazing. "Fair? You brought me up that we each had to earn our living. Isn't that right?"

"Well, uh..." She choked on her coffee. "I...yeah, but this is different."

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