My mother was very young when she had me, so she was only 33 at the time of the split. I was an only child, and also a mistake, ending up in marriage....It’s a big surprise that they made it as far as they did. I can always remember them in an argument about something or other. My mother was a beautiful woman. As I grew older and began to realize that my penis was for a few things more than just pissing out of, I began to try and see my mother in different stages of undress, whenever I could.. Tabatha smiled and said, “Good! At least you got that first one out of the way. I must really excite you. I guarantee that the next few will be a lot better for you.”I mumbled, “The next few?”Tabatha kissed me and said, “We have all night. You can do it as often as you want too. My mother and I can help you get it hard again if you like.”I looked down and it was still hard.Sylvia giggled and said, “That might not be necessary for a few more times.”I was still in position so I slipped it back. ‘Do you mind?’ ‘Oh – no,’ he said quickly. ‘It’s a bad habit, I know,’ she said, lighting a cigarette. ‘There’s just nothing like a good cup of coffee and a cigarette in the morning.’ ‘Yeah,’ he replied, watching her small fingers deftly handling the lighter and cigarette. He gave himself a mental shake. ‘Actually, I think I’ll join you, if you don’t mind?’ She blinked in shock. ‘Dr. Hammond, you smoke?’ she teased. ‘Nothing but cigars for years,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘But I remember the. ’ There was something about Miss Rose that got to me. I just found myself wanting to tell her everything and before I had any sense, I did just that. I told her all of it. I told her about my drunken parents, my dad smacking me around, my mom looking the other way, me catching the bus and hitch hiking from the interstate to here and then finding the old building to live in. She listened so carefully to everything I told her, asking a few questions when I wasn’t too clear and then just nodding.