I tried to pullaway, but with so little left my legs switched off and thumped me to thecarpet.***At some point I dreamt. Mum came to me, as she someti...es did. She brushedmy hair, giggled and painted my fingernails, even though I'd been toolittle for such things. Still a girl herself, they'd said; they thoughtshe'd been too young for a child of her own. I taught her to bake fairycakes, after a cookery lesson at school. She'd been delighted with them,presented them to Dad, when he'd come home. I grabbed the coffee cup and walked toward the bathroom, my hard-on leading the way.***The rest of that week, Mom was naked when she came in with my coffee, and I was naked when I rolled out of bed. Rather than getting comfortable with the situation, I was more excited every day, waking up early and anticipating her arrival. I always had a rock-hard erection when I got up, and Mom always looked (and smelled) aroused as well. Our "naked hug" was the high point of my day, and I was turning into. I had a new girlfriend that I could have fun with whenever I pleased. Life seemed to be great. Then it happened I found out that my mom was getting remarried. I was happy at first, which was until I found out that it was a teacher of mine and that wasn’t the worst part. She was a She. This was ok I guess, but the combination was like a social suicide. Well there was no changing it they were in love and I couldn’t stop it form happening (besides I was going to be 19 that summer). Well the. "No," I hastily corrected. "Your mother is having an affair. With my support, of course. As I told you, I have neither the interest nor the quest for adventure of seeking uncharted territories."Kezia smiled, and that smile is one of the few reasons I hadn't looked outside my house for comfort. "You are so sweet, Daddy!" she said in a childlike voice, one that she knew I adored. "When you should be out shooting Mom's boyfriends with a shotgun, you are sitting here twiddling your thumbs. What you.