I instructed Junior, “Watch this.” I aimed the Gizmo control at the anchor man, David Wallace and when the red dot hit his forehead…Zaaam! I was in David’s head.
“Where was I? Oh yes. It’s just that I want to get at the truth. How long have you been sleeping with the President?”
Heather’s face and plunging bust-line were suddenly deep red.
“David, how can you say that?”
“Have you been to the oval office?”
“Yes, But we didn’t do anything.”
“Is that right. Where did you have sex with the President?”
Apparently feeling she was trapped, Heather’s pretty face turned surly and she snarled, “You bastard. I don’t know how you found this out but we fuck in the kitchen, late at night. The President has a food fetish. He loves to pour Hershey’s syrup over my breasts and lick them off. Then, he stuffs berries in my pussy before he fucks me, sucks them out and swal—”
Zaaam
The interview was replaced by a notice, block white letters on a blue background.
PLEASE EXCUSE THIS INTERRUPTION. WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
Part Two
Junior laughed so hard he rolled right off the bed.
“Are you all right, Junior?”
I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw his smiling face pop up above the bed. He crossed his arms on the edge of the bed and rested his chin on his arms. “Mom, that was awesome. You zapped the Prez then zapped his hot little minx.”
“Junior, promise me you will never say a word about this to anyone. Even Sara?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Junior!”
“Is what Sara said true?”
“What’d she say?”
“That you were going to let me fuck her in the T.V.”
“You wouldn’t be fucking her and you know it.”
“I know. But it does seem weird. Is it true?”
“I said I would think about it.”
Junior smiled, walked around the bed and embraced me. “Thanks Mom.”
“I didn’t say yes. I said I’ll think about it.”
“Oh you will. You’re a practical woman and letting us have sex vicariously with this…this thingamabob is much safer than getting blowjobs from crack whores or getting some underage chick drunk to get laid”
Crack whores, underage chicks? What the fuck has Junior been up to? “Junior. Have you ever been with a crack whore?”
All of a sudden, he found something interesting on the ceiling.
“Junior! Look at me.”
Finally he looked.
“What do you know about crack whores?”
“That you can get anything you want for five bucks. A blow job, a piece of ass, anything. As long as it gets them their next vial of crack.”
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