Brian came into the kitchen as she finished her last cup of coffee. He stood behind her and she felt him rest his hands on her shoulders for a moment....Then he shoved his hands down and cupped her tits through her blouse and bra."You've got pretty tits, Mom." he said, his hands squeezing them. "You shouldn't be wearing a bra. Take it off!" But I..."Brian opened his mother's blouse and again it was the strapless type that hooked between her tits. Her son unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the. But with what?She looked on Mom's dresser. Her brush had a round handle, but it was thin. That wouldn't do. Her own brush had a flat handle. She clenched her jaws and squeezed her legs together. Mrs. Thorn's rubber thingie would be perfect, but she couldn't just go over there and ask to use it. Mr. Thorn would be even better, but she couldn't ask to use him, either.Pam went through the house, looking for something, anything, to fuck herself with, anything that looked like a boy's thing. In the. . Betty looked at it as though it were a writhing snake. Did it mean that Jay had an afternoon date with a prostitute? She didn't want to believe that; after all, his work as a private investigator did put him into contact with all kinds of people, including prostitutes. She must be a source of information... or she's involved in a case... somehow... She tried to forget it... but all during the day, as she went about her household chores, the shopping and, later, at the hairdresser's, it gnawed. There were a few grubby posters on the even grubbier walls in the cinema foyer, for films like "Last Tango in Paris" and "Deep Throat", but the movie showing this week was "Cindy's Cajun Cat House". Next week would be "The Seven Sins of Sexy Sadie"."Two please, mate." It's already started, but you'll pick up the story easy enough."We pushed through the creaking swing doors with their chipped and peeling paint, and found ourselves in a grubby and musty-smelling darkness, lit only by the.