I scan my watch but 3:30 means nothing to me. The night is black and heavy and gives me the only sense of time that I need. It is dark, and that fact ...lone gives me courage to face the oncoming hours with any sense of pleasure. When the sun breaks, all these marvelous little thoughts of mine will shatter, and the huddled, shivering mass of rich mens' sons and daughters will issue out into these streets, my streets, and talk about money, sex, and football, the only things of importance. But I. I still can't believe that we did what we did. You are incredible." Jeri had a funny looking smile on her face, as if I had bad news to give her. "I'm just going to blurt it out, Jeri. I don't know any other way to bring this up." "Brandon, what's wrong? Have I done something to upset you?" "In a way, yes. I heard your conversation with my mother last night, at least a small part of her end of it. Her bedroom door was open and I don't think she expected me to be home. Jeri, I don't mean to. Still, for many a night after, Alexander built upon the fantasy, envisioning his mother's mouth on his cock, making him come. Later, he had gotten to the point to where he was lustily masturbating to the thoughts of his mother straddled across his thighs with his cock buried deep inside her. Alexander had come across his father's stash of porno magazines and was a quick study as to what the people in the pictures were doing. Once, he found a picture of his mother that he cut her head out of and. "Susan just stood there looking at him and finally he said, "Okay sweetie, have it your way" and he put the tape in his pocket and turned to leave. Susan had to know more - she had to know what was on that tape and so she called out to Harry, "Wait!" He turned back to her and she opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.Harry looked around as he walked in. "Nice place you got here. Be a shame if hubby lost his high paying job and you had to give it up." What do you want?" To open.