After dinner and drinks we moved to the bar to see either of us could make this happen. I no longer sat down, the manager was over with us, arm around...my back asking if he could get me anything. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was interested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address. The taste of Chardonnay lingered on her delicate tongue as it invited mine to mingle a bit; her lips were soft as silk as they glided across my own, then enthusiastically moved to my neck. Movie, my ass! My delicate little waif was going to take me to her bed and fuck the daylights out of me! Once inside, I could hardly close the front door before her hands were all over me, grabbing at my cardigan, desperately pulling at the buttons to release me from its hold. I turned my face, from watching. A prize cunt.” Karen admitted with more confidence now that she had her children’s full attention.“Mom!” Joe blurted, appalled that his own mother would utter the very word that everyone in the family knew was far worse, in her opinion, than calling someone a nigger or a wetback or a chink.“Joe!” I said firmly, while appreciating that he’d spoken without thinking.“I know, sir,” Karen said, looking at Joe. “I’m naked. You’re seeing me as me and not as your mom, now. As for my language, it’s the. "I mother fucking love you like no one's business." "We're step siblings, so of course we love each other." I hit my right hip. "So, you are just ignoring it? We're step siblings who used to fuck each other, Luke." He leaned his head back and covered his face with his hands. "Can we please not do this?" "You just show up here and act like nothing happened. You are massaging my foot like old times and reminding me you love me. You are making it seem like we're back together," I cried. "I knew.