We have a few drinks in the Blue Bayou, a classy place but a little too posey for my liking, before making our way to The Watermelon Club, our heels c...ick-clacking on the cobbled street.I’m feeling a flutter of excitement at the entrance and feel more than a flutter of lust when an extremely good-looking doorman winks at me. He chews gum and looks thuggish and horny all in one. (Could I fuck him?) I push that thought to the back of my mind. He’s probably fucked loads of women and that thought. We are both fascinated by the huge size of the stallion’s cock. As we watch in awe, the stallion, with the help of men, finally finds his way and sinks his cock slowly into the mare’s belly. My mother seems very excited and is rubbing her thighs together. I ask her if inbreeding is desirable among horses, why not between people? She does not know the right answer and only tells me that society frowns at such matings.Then my mother tells me that this is more of a sociological than biological. Then she spun on her heel and disappeared out the door. At a loss, I sipped my coffee. It had gone cold.When I got back to my apartment, I felt my cell vibrate. The display said Mom.I didn’t want to answer it. I was depressed, alone and terrified. I just knew this time Chloe had told her, that my secret was fully out. I didn’t know how she would react. Mom and Dad both disliked Patrick. Mom told me once he gave her the creeps; he was “scheming” and “calculating”. Yes, he was definitely all. When he was done, he didn’t have to tell her – she got on her back in the middle of the bed and spread her legs. With instinctive modesty, she made sure to cover her nakedness with her skirt. He clipped the nylon belts onto the cuffs and drew them snug. Feeling herself restrained sent a pulse of adrenaline through her. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants before getting onto the bed beside her. He picked up the blindfold to cover her eyes.“Jake. Wait. I wanna watch you put on the.