"What are you doing Mom?" he muttered angrily through gritted teeth.Half an hour later he sat downstairs at the kitchen table with hismother. They ate...in complete silence. As he neared cleaning his plate,Charlie started to talk."Where's Rachel?" he asked his mother."Oh," smiled Mary. "She's off with that boyfriend of hers. You know theone with the car?" Dave," said Charlie. "His name is Dave O'Donnell."Mary gave a half-hearted nod before digging into the rest of herlasagne."Aren't you going out. My wife left Tiffany a big tip and made another appoint for a month away.My wife went shopping for a new dress too. She wanted something festive and sexy. She certainly got one too. It was yellow and orange, it was short and sexy, and it had a plunging neckline that could really show off her abundant cleavage. Well a new dress certainly required new underwear and shoes to go along with it. In Frederick’s of Hollywood she found a black and purple see through set that she just fell in love with.. He really didn't know how he had managed to continue the conversation after that point. That's when his mind had gone into hibernation and his body had taken over.What else could explain his near complete fixation with the feeling of her thigh against his? And the way she smelled, it was driving him to distraction. He felt he had been enveloped in a cloud of femininity when she had come near him. As she looks down at the book, he looks at her- the back of her bended head. Her hair is long and. A cunt!”There was silence for a few moments. Tony broke it.“Can you show me?”“WHAT!”“Aw, c’mon mum!” he pleaded. “I don’t know if I’d be doing it right.”“I can’t,” Jenny said, shocked that he’d asked.“Please?”“No!”Pleeeease!”“Tony, I mustn’t.”“Why not?”“Because you’re my son. I can’t do anything sexual with you?”“I guess you did it with Dad.”“That’s different.”“Why?”“Because!”Once more there was silence before Tony spoke again.“No-one would know.”“Tony.”“Go on, mum. Just show me how to do.