It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incide...ts are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, or incidents.The night was thick and silent. For the first time, we were alone and together. We were on the same bed. She was a few inches away from me. And I am here sleeping silently. I don’t know how much time has passed.But finally, I moved my hand, which. The moment the stud saw Tanja peaking at him is eyes went big and he redoudbled his efforts to get loose from the restraints. Tanja smiled cruelly and stepped out of the bed en lifted the stud to his knees. She whispered in his ear: "I'm going to remove youre gag now sweety, scream and i'll kick you so hard in youre balls you will pass out, now be a good boy and suck mommy."She removes his gag and he kept quit. "Thats my little stud". Tanja whispered and without further notice she dangled her. “Do you remember taking a trip to Martinique in the year 1987? Staying at a place called The Paliau Dunes Resort?”My mind raced back through time. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Chinese girl from Boston .“Dawna Lee?” I croaked.“That would be Mom,” she said. Again, I was speechless. “Don’t worry, Jack,” she went on, “I don’t want anything from you.”“But your mother…” was all I could manage.“She. FUCKING TRUST ME!!!! I WON’T TELL YOU AGAIN.It was followed by an angry face emoji, well several actually. I had to put my phone away before Shandi could become suspicious of what I was doing. Totally helpless, my family, my life, unravelling at the pretty feet of this filthy stripper and a cruel schoolgirl bully. Every single sense I had wanted me to just melt down to my knees and cry and cry and cry until everything was better. But rarely did that ever make anything better, I steeled myself,.