She looked so hot in her black dress and heels. Was I sick or what; what a pervert. I kept thinking about the times I witnessed or heard them making l...ve and could only wonder what she will do for sex now that she is a single woman. When I got home, I continued to fantasize about being with Mom in her bed and fucking her like Dad use to. I thought there has to be something wrong with me.January 30, 2015: Stayed in with Mom tonight, we watched some television. Although we didn’t say much to each. ”“I don’t know about that,” he said, immediately sensing her disappointment, “we’re just starting a special job Mum, l really have to be here to help him with that, we were supposed to start this week but Dan had to go away.”“How long will it take?” She asked, tracing her fingers across his chest.“Dan reckons a week.”“Well l can tell Ann l’m coming up later in the month, she won’t mind, especially when l tell her we are fucking and you are coming up with me.”“I will have to see if Dan will let. Most were married. One, George, was single, but had his own home. We went there often. He had a swimming pool, game room, and a twelve seat home theater. He told me he could never be an executive manager at the company because he wasn’t married and settled. They had a strict unwritten policy about the expected behavior of their Managers. George said that made him the black sheep of the group, but he didn’t care. I joked with him, saying, “I guess that’s why Kevin wanted me to move in. I intentionally made my way to the beer cooler at the same time Fargo did."I can see why you were so hot for Bonnie, you miserable fuck," I smiled as I spoke in a low voice only Fargo could hear. "Your poor wife looks like a fucking mouse, afraid of her own shadow. Bonnie has her beat, hands down and tits up, and she's my wife. You probably think about Bonnie when you fuck your little mouse, don't you Fargo? I just want you to know what a gentleman I am. I guarantee I won't be thinking about.