How I became my Son’s whore, Part 1
My name is Jamie, and this is the story about how I went from a loving mother, to my son’s whore. It all started when I decided to fly into Buffalo to visit my son. It had been several years since I had seen him last, mostly because of monetary reasons. He had attended college in Buffalo and was lucky enough to acquire a job right out of the gate due to his interning. He bought a place about an hour outside of Buffalo and had been doing well ever since. I hadn’t seen him since he was 19, a bit scrawny, and insecure. Now, he would be 23, soon to be 24, and other than a few pictures I’d seen on Facebook, I had no idea what to expect with him. Let me also …