Mrs. Schmidt's eyes filled up with pure loathing. She glanced furiously at her husband, who just sat there with a smug look on his face. So that's it,...she thought to herself, no support, huh? Fine, I'll take her on myself if you're not going to help me out. She stood up."Just who the hell do you think you are? You don't talk like that to me! This is my house and you'll start showing me some respect, young lady!" Then don't be sayin' stupid shit to piss me off, Mrs. Schmidt! Like I ain't seen. Mom then got up, grabbed my hand, and led me into her bedroom where we slept cuddled up together.Mom had a part time job and got up in the morning before me. I awoke with a cup of tea on the bedside table. “Hello sleepy”, mom said. “I hope you slept ok.” “Sure mom”, I replied. “Well, you need to get up for school, and I need to get to work.” We were soon ready to leave the house, and although we had the use of the car, our habit was to walk together to town where I continued to school and mom. I knew these guys were genuine in their having climaxes or orgasms because I was watching them actually shoot cum. No woman could do that. She could finger herself all night if she wanted to, and I could never tell if she was enjoying it or if she was faking the whole time. With watching a guy cum, I knew it was the real deal. It made me as horny as hell and I found myself feeling that maybe a straight guy could get with another straight guy to jack off and it wouldn't be too weird. Now that. She slid the letter under a pile of bills and wandered through to the kitchen, returning with a six pack and a look of determination on her face. Roxanne was her life, an only child and the only good thing to come out of marriage to an ambitious New York stockbroker, apart from her expense account. Something akin to tenderness washed over her as she reached back and undid the button of her slacks, her daughter had a chance at love while she was caught in a web of her own making. Was it better.