I walked the hundred yards to my parent's home and got the usual yell as I entered, from my mother, 'Don't bang the door!' Of course it was too late; ...he door was on its way and banged shut.'God Jack how many times have I to tell you, ' she said standing there in the passageway. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the lips, but no mother son kiss, for I had been screwing my mother for about two years now.'She asked me to put her in the pudding club, mum. Did you have something to do with. My mind was racing with images from the night before. I was already getting a partial hard-on and while I thought I couldn't let him do this to my mother again, I couldn't stop him for thinking of last night and what tonight might bring.To tell the truth, life with Dad had kind of slipped over the years. Without realizing it Mom had devoted her life to me and my sisters, while Dad became almost totally involved in a successful business career. Neither was really at fault, but they had just kind. I didn't know whatelse to do. We drove in silence through the night, on empty streets.Reflections from the street lights glittered on wet tar, the rain thatmust have come while I was up there with him -- how could I not havenoticed -- had pooled and puddled but had not been enough to clear thedark sky overhead. The moon and stars were hidden.Silent, I followed up her stairs and to her place, and let her sit medown."Tell me," she said.I did.She sat, her legs just touching mine, enough for me to. ”Movement from the bathroom catches my eyes. I see him then. He is big and imposing, his skin darker in the dusky light. His perfect profile is reflected in the huge mirror. His face is sullen and slightly depraved. It’s beautiful. He is bare from the waist up, the dips and curves of his torso accentuated in the barely there light. He wears jogging trousers on the bottom. The slate grey colour would do nothing to hide a burgeoning erection if it was not already jutting proudly from the.