She had guided me into her (somehow she knew how), and our gentle rocking as we lay side by side both comforted and excited us. We were doing somethin... terribly forbidden, and yet it felt so right. It was a profound expression of our love. And, we could get in terribly serious trouble if we were caught."Oh, my gosh! You could have gotten her pregnant! Not to mention... "Gayla is my favorite mom. She's the one I always go to when I have a problem or something to confide. Even if she does get a. “Rosanna.. Forgive me” my father said before taking a step aside letting the door cave in, he grabbed his farmer's pitchfork and ploughed it forward skewering one of them as they charged in. My mother screamed as soon as he went forth to fight them off, “Indra nooo..” she screamed then put her hand to her mouth crying. My father was forced back into the door as they pushed his fork away and came into the cabin. He walked backwards with his hands out to protect my mother, four men pushed through. She nonetheless attracted me, that's for sure, and I greatly enjoyed being next to her on the piano bench so much, having her hands move mine at times, showing me various techniques. I loved every touch.I was fifteen, she was now thirty-five, and, if you know anything about the physiology of the young male sexual system, you know I was having erections as we played and practiced, her perfume's scent wafting over me, adding to the sexual frenzy I was in.She seemed to be more touchy now, laying. It was about being alone for so many years shunning and being shunned by society that my speech patterns had begun to formalise to, what seemed to me as it was happening, a more civilised manner of speech, more proper possibly. It was also possibly a form of self-protection in being overly polite with everyone I came in contact with. Especially with the lower life forms and denizens of sub-cultures with which it was necessary for myself to frequent. A gentleman I only knew as 'A', comes to mind.