Not true now, but it was then.I shut up… but I didn’t give up. I studied her. Watched her talk with other men. I wanted to see which ones she talk...d freely with or she was friendly towards. She liked men who were shorter than her. Men who looked her in the eye when they talked. She also liked taller men with deep voices. She had to look up to see their face in order to talk to them.Once I knew the kind of men she liked, I’d talk about that “man at Walmart” or the bank or wherever. I waited. The hot water was pouring over my body, and mom was standing naked in the bathroom. She picked up a clip and tied her hair up. “Move over and make some room please”. I stepped back form the shower opening, mom stepped in, the hot water splashing against both our bodies, there were just inches between us. “Oh that feels lovely, doesn’t it John”. I nodded. “I think we both need a shower after that” she grinned at me, then picking up a bottle of shower gel, she poured some on to my chest. Slowly. -''Paul'' she said to me, tenderly. ''Let's just forget about it, okay? We cannot change what happened. We'll just never talk about it again and NEVER EVER tell anyone about it. Deal?'' Still trembling, i nodded. However, despite what mommy had said, our life was never the same after that. Days went by, with us barely exchanging a single word. We even avoided looking at each other. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. And what made me feel even worse was the memory of the bliss i. Plus I am naked because that was the price that Tammy and I had to pay to my husband so that he would allow her to leave the house in that outfit tonight.” She looked at Tammy and said, “Now strip young lady and start paying your father back.” My wife watched as Tammy dropped her skimpy little skirt, removed the fishnet bodysuit, and then sat down on the couch. My wife turned to Cynthia and asked, “So what were you in such a huff about?” Then she sat next to Tammy on the couch.Cynthia sat in my.