Sixty-nine with mom Stories

When I was sixteen, my parents split up because my dad was a serial cheater. Mom had a breakdown, and I ended up living with my dad. With his newfound freedom, Dad went through women like water. He somehow knew which women to flirt with and picked up more women than I can remember. When I reached eighteen, he started bringing me to bars and parties, where he would use me to pick up some chick, and that's when he started c...

I grew up with a loving and affectionate mother, but an absentee father. Dad worked all the time, and most of it involved travel. I didn’t learn that he had cancer until after he died. I was eighteen years old at the time. Fortunately, he had a very good life insurance policy and had invested wisely. He left Mom and me independently wealthy. My mother was thirty-six, twenty years younger than my father when he passed. Bec...