Description
My mother is 43 yo and lives with a guy but only because she can't afford to live on her own. She doesn't like the guy anymore. So once in a while my mom calls me to pick her up at work, normally when she knows her boy friend is not at home, so I can give her the way she likes it. I stop the car close to an abandoned warehouse and then this happens. We never talk about afterwood, I took her home and it's like it never happened. This, until she calls me again, normally once a week.
