I gratefully slumped into a deep recliner and enjoyed the air-conditioned cool of the big room.“This house is – remarkable!” Peggy said. It was....It was large, sprawling and built with adobe brick in the classic New Mexico manner. To my Georgia visitors, it was a revelation.“You should see the place Maria abandoned when she married my dad,” I said. “Makes this house look like a hovel.”“That’s not true!” Maria said, laughing. “I love this house.”“What’s a hovel?” Tad wanted to know.“The Martinez. But it makes me feel guilty.” He placed his hand on my arm. “Why feel guilty? I gave it freely.” I had to let it out. "April’s been bugging me about getting a car for over a year now. It just makes me feel guilty.” He didn't respond. I held the envelope at each end, staring at it. “You want it to go into an account. But I need to use it as a down payment on a car. But then it would be like you didn’t do anything for me. You know what I mean?” He reached over and tapped the envelope. “You know. I dozed off quickly.Suddenly Lucie was pawing anxiously at me and whining softly.I sat up and switched on the lamp next to my bed.‘What the…?’Lucie had a single red rose in her mouth. She set it in my lap and I picked it up in awe. I patted her head and got up, rushing quickly out of my bedroom into the pitch black kitchen.My finger was just about to press the light switch when a strong arm wrapped around my waist, making me yelp in surprise.He pulled me hard to face him, being a bit rough with. ” she pleaded with her son.It took Bobby few moments to understand that his mother was trying to take her pants off and needed his help. Despite his earlier arousal due to his mother’s body, he managed to unbutton the top button and bring down the zipper on his mother’s tight and wet jeans.Pamela tried to take over by putting her thumbs inside her waist, but the wetness made her jeans heavy and prevented her from pushing her own pants down.As Bobby watched his mother struggle with her pants, he.