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I was relieved to hear about my mother after such a long time and I briefly thought she finally decided to get some help through a counselor. Unfortunately those thoughts were cut short when I learned my mother was in jail and the counselor was appointed to her from the court. I couldn’t believe what I was told. Apparently mom had quite the life of booze, partying, amateur and sex while I was gone. I learned my mother was arrested for the 3rd time for solicitation and the counselor told me stories of my mother trying to bribe the police with oral sex to avoid arrest. Apparently she’s a real mess indian and she has been in jail for the last couple of months. I learned she has a chance Mms of release but the condition is six months of house arrest. Mom doesn’t really have a house other than a mobile home so she would need a place to stay if the judge would grant her release. Apparently mom told this lady to call me to see if she could stay with me for that timeframe. I imagine I was her last and only resort. I probably should have thought about it longer, but I agreed to let her move in with me. Part of me knew this was trouble, but she was the only thing I had for family even if she was in a bad way. Perhaps I could help her. I was only 24 years old and thought I could be Dr Phil and get her straightened out. The next day I spoke to my mom on the phone. She cried a lot and profusely apologized to me. I knew she was embarrassed and ashamed of herself. I believed she wouldn’t have contacted me under the circumstances if she had other options. We spoke for about an hour. This collect call would cost me. We talked about my time in the service and my injuries. She burst into a bawling mess several times and kept apologizing for not staying in contact and being a failure as a mother. I consoled her the best I could over the phone but ultimately I knew my words would not make her feel any better. Before wegot off the phone I told my mother that I loved her. I hadn’t said that to anyone in over 10 years before my dad died. She college meekly whispered “I love you Clint” before the call ended. I spoke to the judge later this afternoon. The judge agreed to release mom on house arrest if she complied with a variety of restrictions. She was basically confined to the home and a 100 meter perimeter around it. She was not allowed to drink or use drugs. Lastly, she had to report to her probation officer once a week by phone. This seemed like an exceptionally easy set of tasks that anyone could do. The judge was a prior service member and tasked me for my mother’s moral rehabilitation. I don’t think living in a house full of guns in the middle of nowhere that’s occasionally visited by farm sluts video is the ideal place for moral rehab… but we will do the best we can. Two days later I found myself sitting in the waiting room of the jail 200 miles from my home. I was surprisingly not that nervous to see my mother after all this time given the new information I learned. Something put me at ease knowing I could talk to someone who has known me more than a couple years. A guard from the jail called me up to the front desk and had me sign for my mother and her property. My first emotion I felt during this process was extreme embarrassment. The guard handed me bags of labeled property that she had when she was first arrested. The bags were opened before I took possession to ensure I received what i was signing for. “What are these bags for, hun?” But as she settled, her head went back again and indian her eyes closed as she sank down, wriggling her hips down into me and filling herself with dick. She moaned, humped and squealed as her own orgasm rushed to amateur her pussy. she didn't see me. and even if she did see me. she knows i always wanted to watch. Pulling her cheeks apart, I bent over and breathed in deeply from the cleft of her ass. It feels amazing.” He just watched as his professor licked and sucked on his balls, while rubbing herself through her panties. Mary spread her legs quite Mms far just barely keeping hold of her ankles. “Crawl!” I snarled, such anger roaring through me. “You're a dog! Joyce arched her back, angled her legs wider then kissed me again. Stop whining and maintain a little dignity.” Motioning for him to enter the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy’s head popped out. I found my wife video when she was college only eighteen, working as a secretary.