Mom: So you slept with her too?Me: Yes, and I did not…Before I could finish my statement, my mom started kissing me. She had been divorced since I w...s 10 and single since then. She could not control herself, and it was She removed her red silk nightie, and I banged her on the sofa. She was very thirsty for sex, and I was quenching her thirst.She was shouting, “Fuck me, son,” while I kept fucking her harder and harder. Her moaning was very loud. It was the gap of so many years from sex that I. We began talking but before she said anything she questioned my swimwear which was just a pair of shorts. I tentatively stood up and drooped the shorts exposing that she was not the only one in a thong. She looked at me with a stunned look on her face but that look slowly changed to a look I couldn't quite read. She said, "Oh my God I never thought a guy could look so god in a thong but you are proving me wrong." I didn't even think it might offend someone if I was wearing a thong. I almost. At thirteen or perhaps fourteen now, Sonya was developing a body to be noticed."What grade are you in?" I asked to break the ice. She shifted her eyes toward Penelope as if to ask, "Do I have to talk to him?" and back to me before saying she would be a high school freshman. Her voice even reminded me of Penelope, soft but audible.That day was the first fried food I had eaten in a year. Penelope served chicken, "Southern fried like my mama used to make," she said. I had several pieces, while. She’d long since given up on knocking on doors to find somewhere to stay. The local inns had refused her when the realised that she would not be able to pay them, or after just looking at her. With torn clothes, a dirty and tear streaked face and countless bruises and cuts she must look a real state, it was no wonder people were unwilling to help her. Rubbing the back of her hand across her eyes, wiping away some of the dirt she stopped and looked at some of the people who were walking past.