I knew he couldn’t complain to mother or he would be in trouble with her, so he quickly learned to listen to me when I wanted anything. Now I had so...e measure of freedom and all I had to do was make sure I was home before mother was, and that wasn’t hard as mother was seldom home before midnight when she had her card or bingo nights. Now I was heading back home for the first time in over two years, in her letters to me I felt she had mellowed a bit and was honestly concerned about me. I had. As I grew older I mastered acting like a boy in school,but never really felt like one. And, my nighttime dreams usuallyinvolved either my being 'one of the girls' or else being punished foracting like a sissy.Looking back I realized that all the disapproval of my behavior camefrom Dad. Thank goodness he had been largely gone from my life for thelast few years, and now was gone forever. Mom never criticized mybehavior. Thinking back it seemed like she had always been gentlyencouraging me to. The floor was made with a brown soft, smooth marble that lined the floor. On one side of the room was a stage where you can perform. One side appeared to be a gambling table or various tables for playing games. There was a series of places that seemed to lead to somewhere else. The walls were lined with a series of hieroglyphics and carvings that depicted Egyptian artwork and figures from the ancient past. The sculptures didn’t end just there. The engravings would turn to other various. For a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her. I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy. At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life. I convinced her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk. We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other. But when we got home, she.