Mom gave me a strange lecture about being safe and making good choices. It hinted that she knew Katie and I were having sex, but she didn’t say thin...s in such a way as to make an accusation or ask for a confession. I just nodded and let her talk. I’m sure Mom and I will have some discussions over Presidents’ Day weekend. I’ll be trapped in the car or the hotel room with her a lot of the time. I have some questions of my own for Mom about being safe and making good choices. Most of them are. Not yet, he told himself. Be patient. He slipped and made a small sound on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the window? No. As he looked on he saw an ink black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her pierced naval. He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing water begin to fill the bathtub. She lit some candles and sprinkled some scented bath oil into. He tore my blouse and ripped my bra. He made me nude and threw me on bed. I was flying in air and fell on bed.He removed his shorts and T-shirt. His cock sprang outside. I went to suck it. He stopped me and said, “please allow me to give you pleasure mom.. Plz”. It was the cutest sentence which even now echoing my ears while I’m typing. I said,” do whatever raghu but be gentle. Its been a long time I did this with your dad” he stopped my speech with his lips and kissed me gently and said, ” as. ’ That convinced me. I didn’t have to give her the money just because I knew she needed it—I probably would, but if she came up and just started bawling, well, I wouldn’t be out much. No, she was going to be working her hardest to satisfy me for a whole weekend. It really did seem like I couldn’t lose. ‘All right, I’ll give it a go,’ I said. There was a long weekend coming up, I asked if she could fly in on Thursday and stay until Sunday. She said she would find a way to be there. I asked her.