This is my third story.

Remember: Your ratings decide weather I make a part 3 or not!

Layla is a prostitute. Her kids now know what sex is, what it is about and how to do it thanks to that one special Saturday when they were taught how to fuck the opposite sex the right way. About a month later, they are sitting home on a Saturday afternoon with nothing to do the whole weekend.

“Man am I bored”, Greg was sitting on the couch while watching TV as he was complaining.

“Hey, do you want to go up into our room and, well, you know…”

“Sure thing, sis” They both went into their room in somewhat of a rush. Leaving their mother in the kitchen. She was just sitting there, drinking a cup of soda and, for once, not thinking about her humongous 36DD breasts and how many men would kill for them right now. Then the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Layla? Oh hi, is me, Jody” The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to her high school friend who had kept in touch with her.

“Wow! I haven’t heard you in a while. How are ‘ya?”

“Fine, fine. My husband, Bill, is doing great And so are the kids. How are yours?”

“Fine as well. But just so bored.”

“Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“No. Why?”

“Well maybe we can visit you. I don’t think the kids have seen each other in a long time.”

“Alright, we will see you then”

“Bye”

In high school, Jody really cared about Layla because she knew the situation she was in. While she was in collage, she would call once a week to see what was going on.