Can you imagine that? He's ashamed of his wife for wanting to be beautiful and I did it for him as much as for myself. I just wanted to be more desira...le but he's ashamed of me." I'm sorry, Edie," I said. "The son-of-a-bitch is ashamed of me," she screamed, then collapsed into a sobbing bundle of flesh. "It's after three," I said, "and you're a basket case. We're both too tired to cope with this tonight. Let's get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning. Both naked, we went to bed, where I. I just never thought that my son might be one of those ogling me. Then, as I thought about all this and its implications, I realized that my pussy was warm and running with juices. I was turned-on."Well, what if he wants girlfriends to learn sex from?" I asked."I think we should talk to him and see. Make him a proposal that if he wanted to learn at home and be guided by you in a loving, family way, then he should forgo any serious dating until, well, say, when he turned eighteen." So, sex with. I was wearing a white tee shirt and he grabbed that by the collar. It tore in his hands leaving me with my back exposed but I didn’t stop. Once in the living room the plan was to run up stairs into the bathroom and lock the door and wait until mom got home. She would side with me I knew but at the same time it would be Timothy’s wrath I’d have to face when she wasn’t there. It was in the living room though that he caught me throwing me down on to the beige carpet. The fall knocked the wind out. I loved playing with him that way. Now we both are playing, playing better than we ever did before. In a flash of an eye, he had me flipped on my back, my hands held together above my head. He used his body to keep me under his control. His other hand was putting on the Trojan. Such grim determination, such tenderness in his strong touch. I made a half-hearted effort to wiggle and resist, but by that time, he was finished and used his legs to spread mine. I was being taken, taken like I’d never.