‘Ssshhh, baby,’ I said tenderly to him. ‘Chris, I love you with all my heart. Under these clothes,’ I pressed my palm gently over his chest, �...�You will look just like you did, because you’ll still look like my husband.’ His hand released mine, but not without some hesitation. I drew the zipper down and carefully took the jacket off. With gentle hands, I pulled his T-shirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head. He shivered when the cool air touched his skin. After 18 months in. She turned to watch him rise effortlessly from his seat and calmly button the front of his jacket before perfectly honed muscle strode over to the controls. Light flooded the room more fully now, not altering the masculinity of the bulky, dark-wood furniture and sepia tinted leather. This was a room designed for business, intimidation and men. As usual, Carl’s in-house expression revealed no emotion or commitment. It was a calm reflection of controlled intensity, always an unspoken threat. That sexy sound would haunt me forever. It took me a while to realize her lover was her divorced husband, my Dad. I just stood there in shock taking in this somewhat brutal but arousing sexual assault. Here was my mother, my sweet buddy, confidant and friend in the throes of a hot fuck session. It really twisted my mind.All of a sudden Mom's eyes opened. She was looking straight at me. I didn't move. I couldn't move. She lipped to me, "It's OK." I didn't respond. Her right arm was wrapped. "Last night I found the mouth of my dreams at the Apollo Massage parlor. This girl could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. And good looking? God only knows what a fox like her is doing giving out blow jobs in a massage parlor. I can only afford to see her three times a week, but from now on she is the only one I am going to see."For the next two weeks the girl, Mitzi, was the only thing he could talk about. He finally convinced one of the other guys to go with him and see just how.