But more, it was a sharing of intimacy I needed from her. I sat down and wrote Acey a letter. I basically fell on my sword. I apologized for seemingly...being unfeeling. I made sure she understood I cared about her and our baby. I threw in a few mea culpas as appropriate and offered to commit seppuku (hopefully she wouldn’t take me up on that!) A couple weeks later, I got a reply. Terry, Come down if you want, but understand I’m still upset with you. You hurt me a lot with your unfeeling comment.. And he's NOT your Uncle." I know, but I like calling him that and he doesn't mind. He's always been so good to me, I love him so much."Melinda started to get that itchy little tingle, you know ... down there.Janet noticed."Honey, you know how I feel about men."That got Melinda's attention. She looked at her mother with a knowing look and nodded her head."Don't ever let my feelings discourage you from loving a man."Melinda was listening attentively to Janet now, but knew that it wasn't time to. I have to live with my mom. Yet, there was nothing my rational mind could do to stop my libido."What's on your agenda today?" Mom asked as she went back to the stove and finished breakfast."I thought I would try to get the old Ford started. Anything you need?" Yes, you can put all of your ... your father's stuff from the garage in boxes. I'll call him to pick it up."I saw a flash of sadness in her face and felt anger well up in my stomach. I fought it and said, "Sure." Later this afternoon I. She lay there wide eyed with her hands over her mouth. After a minute she started to groove.Then my phone warbled. Shit. There was only one person it could be, outside of a family emergency. I rolled out of bed and picked it up. “Hello.”“Hey pedo,” Franky said.“Hey motherfucker,” I said, because our boss wasn’t just married, she was a mom.“Fuck you,” Franky said.“I’m a pedo,” I said, “not a queer.”As I stood there, Becky looked at my limp, cum covered dick. She got up and went to the bathroom..