She was dressed in an oversized blue silk shirt. She looked so damn hot.“What are you doing up?” I asked“I wanted to be up when you left and I h...ard the shower going, so I figured I’d make you breakfast…. I know you D, you would have made toast and coffee and that’s it….. God.. I haven’t seen you in battle dress in ages.”“Yeah… it’s been like forever to wear them. Thank God I didn’t gain weight… Thanks for doing this.”We both then sat at her island and ate. She asked if I had a place to stay. "I noticed Helena go lax in my lap and waited."She won't be with him for at least a couple weeks," Helena informed me."Son?" my mother practically begged."Do what you want, Mom," I sighed.Her face transformed into a brilliant grin. "Great!" she exclaimed.I couldn't help the thought, and I actually mumbled it out loud, hopefully too quietly for her to hear. The word had never entered my mind regarding her before. All my life we got along great. Any time she needed to discipline me, I respected. Well that's how it was with me and her. I was always up for it - she rarely was. Now I know why. From the stories I had read of hers it was obvious to me that she craved to be mastered by a greater man than me. I was shorter than her, that was one problem. Oh why did she marry me if that is what she wanted? I was hardly the archetypal man having more in common with Mr Bean than Mr Darcy. I decided to go on as if nothing had happened and mull over what to do. Then one day I happened to find. She slowly walked over to the hole bending over to look in and watch the show. I know how much it turns her on to watch two guys so I know she had to be soaking wet by now, my only question is what was going to happen and how far would we go tonight? She squatted down by the hole getting a little more comfortable because the bench was on the other side of the room. I noticed she was holding on to the hole to help her balance and I did not tell her about etiquette and what it means if your.