Thank God Tim is also a good, loving, and caring man.”“Thank you, dear. I feel so much better that you understand and apparently feel the same way...”“So what about dad? He apparently doesn’t provide you with that or you haven’t realized it as a need?”“You know I love your father with my whole soul, but, no, he doesn’t give me that. Since I saw you and Tim go through your commitment to him and read the postings and then this weekend, I’ve realized the difference in me and what I’ve had. Your. And now, back to practice! I was in the kitchen, sitting at our small butcher-block table and well out of sight of any windows. I placed my hand above the table and concentrated for a moment, and then brought my hand to my side, pushing it through the table as I did. The table offered only a touch of resistance.How can I do this? Ever wonder why your body isn't pulled by gravity to the center of the Earth while you're standing? It's because the electrons at the bottom of your shoes start. "She stuck her finger in the butter dish, scooped up a glob and brought it to her son's ass and placed it at the opening. Slowly she rotated her finger around the rim and gently inserted it into his hole."Ahhhh. Mom!" Call me mommy, young man." Mommy ... what are you doing? That feels weird." I know it feels weird, Billy, but do you like it?" Yes but it feels weird, mommy." Just like your father." And she smiled.She pushed her finger deeper into her son's rectum and at the same time, reached. It took her nearly thirty minutes to calm down and then she got up, lit a cigarette, took off the top and skirt and even the green panties and got into a brown nightgown.Assured that Mom had calmed down, I left her alone and went into my room to try and get some peace and sleep. Throughout the following weeks and months Dad continued whipping our naked bums, continued his verbal abuse and continued making strip Mom naked.One day I accidentally broke one of his vinyl records and that made him so.