Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn dec...ded she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age in a militaristic environment by his father, and not only him as his base of operations was close to their home, most of the. I just sat there hanging my head, listening to doors slam and eventually, her peel out down the street. Trembling I got up, got dressed, and went to work cleaning up the house.It had been four hours when Carrie came back. Afraid she had the police with her; I just sat on the couch and waited. Throwing the door open, she stormed through the living room. “Follow me!” was all she said before disappearing up the stairs.Following her up the stairs, I found her sitting on my bed. “I’ve had some. She didn’t turn and run. Instead, she just looked at him, paying attention to him. Her acceptance of his body was non-verbal, but it was very real and he relaxed.“Pretty weird looking, huh,” he said, reaching to touch his cock. He moved it and it sprang back into its former position.“It’s beautiful,” she said. “It doesn’t look like I thought it would, but I like it a lot.”“Really?”“I do,” she said.“Can I...” his courage failed him.“What?” she asked.“Never mind,” he said.“No, tell me,” she. Maybe he didn’t want me watching. Maybe I had coerced him into doing something that he didn’t really want to do.Suddenly I was filled with doubt and shame, ashamed of what I’d done, and the way I’d been acting. Clenching the collar of the slutty robe I was wearing, I drew it tightly closed around my neck, ashamed of the way I was dressed, ashamed of the way I’d been exposing myself to get a rise, literally, out of my son.I was felling pretty dejected, and filled with self loathing when I heard.