“Sure son!”“Would you have a problem with me introducing you as a clairvoyant?”“That wouldn’t be my first choice, no. Plus, my friends in ...he CIA probably wouldn’t be thrilled either. You’re talking about your boss, right?”“Yes, Sam and my good friend Larry. I was strongly considering telling them about my abilities, and maybe even giving them a small demonstration.”“Do you trust these people enough son? I’ll make you a deal. You set them up by asking them if they can keep a secret while I hold. I chuckled at my now almost forgotten nickname: The Portly Poet. "Getting a bit more than Portly!"I glanced around. Now was not the time for another surprise visitor, for inside the fish I had found something. Looking like a series of dull white rings chained together with fine mesh, it unfolded into a fingerless half glove. Not silver, it wouldn't take a mark, even from my Runed dagger. Not the same material as my gray metal Titanium gloves, somehow it felt more silken. The tiny links holding. One night, I left my bed to check on my mother but stopped when I heard footsteps at my door. Thinking it was my dad, I retreated beneath my sheets. My door opened and then closed.My bed was narrow and set beside a wall. I had positioned myself facing that wall so that my dad could not see my face. Which was why I didn't immediately recognize my mom when she rested beside me. It was only when she asked if I was awake that I realized it was her. I didn't respond. I felt her tug on the sheet. She poured a glass and set it on the nightstand next to her bed.She began to take off her clothes in front of me. She laughed quietly and said, "Jon, since you are going to see me fuck my son, you might as well see me naked now."I watched with bated breath as she unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her big boobs tumbled forth, and I whistled appreciatively. Like my wife, Riley has big brown nipples and areolae. Her nipples were erected half an inch. She slid her shorts down her long,.