”The sound of rustling was followed by the boy’s voice. “I...I want to.”“Shhhh!” the mother responded.“Best way I know for him to tell ...f he’s a cocksuc---into performing oral sex.” After an exchange of whispers, the mother sighed and said, “Okay Father. If you think it’s best, then okay.”The sixty-something priest stood and unzipped his black pants. Dott had fantasized about such things in his years of confessionals but he never thought he would actually witness it. The iniquity of seeing. It was about when my father was a young man, he bumped his head and somehow traveled back in time. While there, he visited Haiti, and met a Vodou priestess at a hut in the jungle.They made love, and when he returned to his ship, she was pregnant. This woman was my many greats grandmother. I was afraid that I might be the product of incest, since Daddy was my mother’s many greats grandfather, but Mother assured me that I had nothing to worry about. I was confused, but accepted her. "Please," I groaned and damned my hips for gyrating with every touch."Ask me to stick the carrot up your pretty little bum." Please, no!"Her nail scratched across my clit and sent a small explosion of heat all through my body, and the need to feel something inside me became overwhelming."Ask nicely!" Shit. Oh god. Do it!" I didn’t care any longer."I said nicely!" Her fingers pinched my clit, and I buckled as wildly as my bound position allowed."The hell! Please, stick the carrot up my bum,. He’s biting, tasting, nibbling on my lips. This is it right here. The time when whispers are allowed. The cliché spine tingling you feel when you haven’t had one of those moments in a long time. The feeling that determines what’s there and what will never be. His hand crawls up my thighs, across the trails of my pelvis, over my stomach, up to my neck, and then up to my face. It feels so good, yet so bad. This is the part that’s dangerous. The part where our hands wander, trickle of the edge of.