Mother's adult morals still wanted to eradicate the sick alter-ego that claimed her life once a week. Although her mind had made a truce with itself, ...hat truce was dependent upon the right day. My birthday hadn't occurred on a Saturday."Honey, please try to forget about her. Today was the first time I let myself be like her without being her. I know we can let her go, if only you'll help me."If my mother had been talking to another adult, she might have convinced me, but a twelve year old boy,. We walked further down the street to the huge shop sally worked at, let's go in , we can get some knickers for herMy confidence had grown , It felt naughty being dressed like this, I was loving every moment of it,The shop was busy , mainly women , A few people spoke to Sally as we passed through the store we got to the lingerie section,My cock started to get hard looking at all the different styles and patterns of the bras and knickersSally said she could get her staff discount on. Now it seemed far more literal as it was the only shared event between what she knew and what she had forgotten.Jason heard the garage door go up and tried not to think of it as abandonment. His father had made it abundantly clear that he either could not or would not help. He preferred not to have his father act like a spectator while his mother took control of his life.Jason rubbed his bleary eyes and sat down in front of his computer before he remembered. He sighed as routine reminded him of. His voice low and measured went on, " Nonsense you get in the car I'll bring your pound coin back," he took the trolley from me and hurriedly pushed it back to its bay, clicking it back into place. He came back to me and offered me my pound, " Thank-you," I managed to say, " No probs," he replied, " I'm Alex by the way, you are?" My mind was in a state of flux, I spoke at last," Hi I'm A.J." You can give me a lift if you like, it's not far," his cheek took me back slightly, recovering my.