If I work hard I can earn enough to get useverything we want, a big house, dream holidays, everything. We can becomfortable together." But Mark, I do...'t care about any of that. I want a boyfriend, nota...not a pension plan."He looks away and says, quietly, "Maybe I'm no good for you. I can't bethe man you want." Oh for fuck's sake. Don't be stupid." Shut up! I mean it! If you want someone to be at the beck and call ofyour arsehole night and day you should find some other bugger,. He hesitated a moment, and then turned to retrieve two beers from the low refrigerator. I couldn't help but check out his ass, snug in the tight jeans, as he bent over. My cock twitched. What was going on here, I asked myself."I hope you like Silver Bullets," he grinned as he handed the Coors Light bottle to me. I nodded and muttered something as he took hold of my hand, and the bottle, to pop the cap off. His fingers brushed across the back of my hand as he let it go, and sent jolts of. I left her to clear herself up.When I saw my wife the next day, she was a bit funny with me. I wanted to know what was wrong and she came right out and asked me if I had had sex with Joanne?We had a strong relationship, we'd had sex with other people, so I confessed I had and asked her how she knew.She said she could 'smell' the sex when she got home, and Joanne had acted all kind of guilty with her.What she said next also surprised me. She said if we were going to do it again, she wanted to. I did this as if I was the guilty party and not my son. When Barry appeared around the corner, as usual carrying his sticker-covered skateboard, he blurted, "Just dropping off my bag mom and heading back out!" He did not even look my way and could not see the bright red of his mother's cheeks.Two weeks went by and I lived my days like a scared rabbit - looking for secret looks from my son, for missing clothing... even for holes between our shared bedroom wall.[... How can a mother that truly.