With our bellies full, we got to know one another by walking. She unbuttoned her front of her jeans and pulled down her pants and panties and knelt and took a leak. I peed on the pine tree. She liked what she saw and decided to suck my cock. After I finally came, she had a smile on her face. "Ya know kid, for a 18 year old your delicious. If you like women in their late 30s early 40s, I am yo woman fo ya." "ahhh yeah, I never have had a girlfriend and would love that." "Ok great, then its done, and since ya proven to me that your a good guy and know how to treat a lady right despite me being a ex con, we may have a great future ahead. I am not high maintenance and only want a guy to show me some form of respect and affection. if you can do dat, then I will be forever loyal to you." "Sure I can." "Alright then sweetie, I am yours. Was that your first blow job?" I replied with a shit grin yes. "Well momma has more for you where that coming from". Since it was 2013, and I just turned 18, this woman's birthday was the same day as mine, just she was 42. I could ask her anything about her body, looks, make suggestions on how to improve her beauty or looks. The only thing she did not like was fake people and muscular slim men. She liked her men fat, white, and just like her, a outcast in some ways. Turns out I had a sort of juneville record already, so I was no innocent and had one misdemeanor. She was a felon and I was learning the ropes. I found out she went to jail for a couple of years for possesion of drugs. She also stole to survive and prostituted herself. She had a couple of miscarriages. She was described by society to be waste, but what I saw was true beauty for someone who only wanted to be loved nuttin else. I saw on her left hip a tattoo of a pink pig. We talked about nick names. I would call her Piggy and she call me Porky. It would be our name. I asked her how big her titties were, and they were 44ees. She loved to eat, hated dieting and the only exercise was sex, or nice light dip or walk. There was a lot to learn about her. I gave her a kiss, and then we proceeded further into the woods, where eventually we arrived to a trailer park a few hours later knowing it was where I lived. The place we lived in was in a corner by another set of woods, where we had all kinds of junk and stuff. She drived a worn out 1998 Buick Cutlass. When I arrived with my new girlfriend, my mother was busy eating a few donuts in her bath robe with her curlers in her hair and makeup and reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee. I was not sure what she would think.