“I don’t know why you’re bothering to put up a fight,” I said mockingly and stood.“I’m not letting you touch me there.”I went to where m... robe was hanging from a hook on my closet door. I removed the thin sash and stepped up behind my mom. “Put your hands behind your back.”“Why?” She tried to turn, but I held her shoulders and kept her facing away from me. “I don’t like this, Alex. What are you trying to do?”“I’m reminding you who here is in control.” Her body stiffened. She wanted me to think. Sinking to his knees and starting right above where her black stilettos ended, he let his fingertips slowly slide up her legs and under her dress. Reaching the exposed skin of her ass, Damon realized she was wearing one of his favorite lacy thongs. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest as he gave a slight groan. Tempted to take her right there against the door, he had to take a deep breath to regain control before grabbing the bottom edge of her dress and dragging it off. Next morning , when I came down to house inside, there was no speck of any evidence of the fuck session the previous night , with my Mama gone and with my Mom fresh as morning dew, since she had just bathed. Her face was at peace , after having got satiated her lust the previous night , having been instigated by hearing the poundings of Indra’s & Rohini’s cunts by the ramming bull, the Jaya’s husband, the previous afternoon.During serving breakfast to me, my Mom said that I should not tell my. Don’t try to baffle me with that science shit.’ I grinned at Marty’s grumbling. His baffle remark was a reflection of his motto, ‘If you can’t dazzle ’em with brilliance, baffle ’em with bullshit,’ and it was an accurate description of how he did business. He didn’t dazzle all that often, but he could baffle with the best of them. ‘Besides,’ I said with exaggerated patience, ‘I don’t send them *all* home like that.’ ‘No,’ he agreed, ‘Sometimes you do worse. Like that chick you made piss herself.