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As beautiful as Morey Marsh was, and it made his cock hard just thinking about her, it was her mother, Lori who Charles Rexham was interested in.

When Lori Shaw was in high school she barely passed any of her classes. When she was a senior and eighteen, she made it her mission to fuck all the seniors on the football team. By graduation, she accomplished her goal and added in a few basketball players, too.

She went on to a community college only because Massachusetts had a law that if you graduated from a Massachusetts high school, the community college system had to admit you.

She continued her behavior here, too and added drinking to her repertoire. She fell a few grade points from being kicked out. She was a C-/D+ student.

It ended one morning, when she found herself passed out in her parents' front yard. Her blouse was vomit covered, her bra and panties were missing and she had no idea where she'd left her car.

In the mirror, she found dried cum all over her face, and her lips were raw. In the shower, she found her stomach and thighs had dried cum all over them, too and she started to remember that she'd fucked three guys or was it four? Was there a fifth? She couldn't remember. And did she really have a cock in her pussy and another in her mouth at the same time? How many blowjobs did she give, how many different guys? And how much cum did she swallow. Her lips were raw. Her ass hurt. Did she really let some guy fuck her ass?

For the next year she was celibate and sober. Then she met Gordon Marsh. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. I've told you about her daughter, Morey; young Lori Shaw was just as gorgeous but blonde.

They started dating and for six months, Lori fought him off. Oh, he felt up her tits, but he wanted to get in her panties, "Gordie, not yet." The same was true when he guided her hand to his crotch.

However, finally she let him fuck her. There was no cock sucking and no pussy eating, but from then on, three or four days a week, they fucked. They were twenty-year-olds; of course they did.

As graduation approached, she had no idea what she wanted to do. The career counselors at the community college were blunt. "Lori, you'll get your degree, but with these grades, the only job we'll be able to find for you is at McDonald's."

Lori came up with her own idea. It wasn't the best idea, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but it was all she could come up with. She went off the Pill, and as before she and Gordon continued to fuck three and four nights a week. She didn't tell him.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that five months later, she'd missed two periods and her doctor told her she was pregnant.

She was happy. Why? Gordon Marsh's family owned Marsh Motors, which held seven auto dealerships on the south shore; that is south of Boston. They were loaded with money.

His parents were shocked; her parents were elated. The baby, Morey was born the following Spring.

Lori Marsh, with the help of a personal trainer, worked hard to get her body in the shape it had been before she was pregnant. Gordie was anxious to start fucking her again, but now she was on the Pill. Once she stopped breastfeeding, she was anxious to suck his cock.

After the vomiting, passing out incident, it was something she didn't do. Now, along with fucking, Gordon got a blowjob a couple of times a week. She thought life was perfect.

It wasn't. At the dealerships, Gordon was banging secretaries, sales women and even some customers. She caught him one day in the parts room.

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