I hoped it would be."Who are those guys?" Dennis asked."They're my cousins," I said, clenching my jaw. "I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom..."I went down the hall to bathroom hoping that Robert had seen me. I waited for ten minutes, but he never came. I sighed and went back to join Dennis. He was talking with my father about some financial something or other. I pretended to listen while I spied on Robert and Pamela. At least he noticed me and his face lit up. He brought her over.I. " I couldn't believe how nervous and intimidated I felt; I couldn't even look at him."Yeah, you've said, but I already told you that I won't keep you long." It was just like my dad talking to me and I always did what my dad said."O...OK." Was all I could manage as I started walking over to where he was standing in the doorway of his apartment.(What the fuck...why don't I get the hell out of here) he smiled as I approached him and stepped aside and motioned me to come inside his apartment (don't. They waited outside while Dave went in. He drove out in his passion van. He had fitted it out himself. The back was filled with a deep mattress. The bulkhead to the cab was half padded with the top half covered by a mirror. They all got in the front for the short drive on farm roads to the field that overlooked the main road. Dave stopped on a slope with the back of the van facing a long, straight stretch of the road. The straight ended just short of the field with the van in and took a sharp. "She got me to act so sluttily and dirty, right in front of her, right with her. Even though I became distraught later on by the whole idea of i****t with my mother, the sense of liberation I got from not having to hide, or lie or pretend about ANYTHING...that stayed with me the rest of my days. As I got older, I realized what a rare gift that was.If you can imagine your mother coming up from thirty minutes of eating your little puss to kiss you, her face all shiny and wet, red-faced, and.