But i always know it was wrong to think sush things about mom. Mom asked me I had any interview.I replied a No in a lazy manner.Mom sat opposite to me...in sofa. She crossed her legs and began to read news paper. I had eyes on moms thighs. The skirt she was wearing went up when she sat.I could see her ass partially.I took my eyes of it. I ddint want to be bad.I went to moms bedroom to get some sleep, as mom said she has to clean my room up. I was half awake when mom came to her room. She went to. "Rub it on your titties." Her hands pulled up dark clumps of mud and rubbed it across her chest. "Put your ass in it." She did as she was told, sitting her bare white ass cheeks down into the farm mud puddle. The cold wetness oozing up between her cheeks and into every fold must have been a relief for her hot and bruised ass.Once she had sufficiently degraded herself into some kind of obedient animal, following his orders to crawl on hand and knee and to wedge mud into her ass crack to fill the. As I was about to leave Mom said softly, ‘I love you Kenny.’ ‘I love you too Momma.’ I responded as I pulled the door quietly closed behind me. That Thursday night I got home from work around seven and found Mom curled up on the couch with a half finished drink in her hand. She was watching some nondescript TV show. The sound on the television was turned down and the soft melody, Blue Velvet, sung by Bobby Vinton, filled the room. Mom gazed at the TV screen as she soundlessly mouthed the words. I mean, I would have. I'm not different than any other girl." Arnie, you aren't a girl." You know what I mean." I think you should be Angel. Change your name." I don't like Angel. I have too much devil." How about ... Annie? You could be Annie." Annie works," I said."So when does this movie start?" We have to do some voiceovers. Film a few more scenes. We shoot scenesnext Wednesday." Well, good luck." Aren't you going to be in it? The grieving wife, that sort of thing." Annie, I don't know if.