" "Thanks, Jackie." I then went to my room and changed. The wait for mymom seemed like forever, but she was home in about a half-hour afterthis had ...assed. We ate dinner and then Jackie excused herself to herroom. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I took a deep breath andasked mom if she could sit and talk. We went into the living room andsat. I don't remember where I got the strength, but I just let it allout. I told her everything: about growing up feeling the way I did,about the. His chest still hurt like a bitch, and the images from Julie's bedroom kept springing up vividly in his mind's eye. He was drinking scotch and water at a pretty good clip, trying to turn the images off. But he could still see Julie pointing the pistol's huge barrel at him, her lying on the floor, the feel of her limp dead wrist... He was afraid that his role in her death would be discovered. The idea of being arrested for manslaughter or drug dealing terrified him. It helped keep the scotch and. Here is a general idea of what took place on those visits,....I come to your door as arranged. I walk in to find you sitting on your couch blindfolded. I come over and introduce myself and sit down next to you.You have my red wine ready like I had told you to do and I take a sip. We greet each other and start to chat. About anything and everything. Just the unknown and not being able to see me is turning you on. I notice the slight stirring in your pants and watch. We continue talking. But soon. When the blouse and white lace bra fell to the floor my naked mother gave me no more time for thought as she rushed me, wrapping her arms about my neck and drawing my lips down to hers. The kiss, sloppy wet, desperate and very passionate.Her sobbing was getting louder, probably proportional to her soberness. We had fucked like mad animals I recalled with a wide smile; with enthusiasm that I do not believe I had ever encountered, in all the ladies that I mounted before. She seemed to like when I.