” “By the way mom, thanks for telling me about aunt Christine, I know you mean well and I really appreciate it.”“That little bitch isn’t gon...a get my baby son as a lover – over my dead body she is.”“MOM, come on. Relax it’s OK.”But then mom started crying. “Mom,” I said taking her in my arms, “what is it? What’s going on?”“Mark, I’m just jealous. As god-awful as it is, I’m just jealous. I have to tell you that I’ve pictured her with you and I want to scream. I know how attractive she is. I tell. Was I going too fast? Did she not want this? Was she having second thoughts? I relaxed just long enough for her to wriggle out from underneath me and stand in the middle of the room. My head was spinning, so when she told me to sit in the big chair next to her I offered no resistance. The music was playing, “She's lost that loving feeling”, and she crossed her arms, reached down and slowly removed her t-shirt.I had seen her in her bra before, however this time she was gyrating and slowly. Either injected or swallowed in a drink, and even a nun would start to feelhorny. The rohypnol not only removes her inhibitions but frequently erasesher memory of the sinful things she may have done, and the viagra makes herresponses to sexual stimulation almost automatic. Sheri groaned when I squirted the dose of chemical stimulation into her arm,at the back and below her shoulder so she would be unable to see any needlemark. We lay her on a padded leather restraint bed, carefully securing. No way I could mention it. Unless Ipointed to his mouth and held my nose, I suppose.When he had finished -- at least not before I had a couple oforgasms, the only good thing about this whole mess -- he said,"Why don't you fix some breakfast? I'm going to shave."Another reason I was glad I hadn't had to do it with himface-to-face.Well, I _was_ hungry, but it was presuming a lot to expectme to cook for him. I figured I could scramble four eggs aseasily as two, though. First, I wanted to get.