Weak, so powerless.She sobbed again.After a minute, she forced her breathing to quiet and be still. She pushed up with her arms and sat back on her ha...nches. She looked around. Her dress wasn't there. Nor were her other clothes, or the slut. The note lay next to her. She still didn't want to read it, but some compulsion in her wouldn't let her leave it alone. She reached over and picked it up. Standing up, she turned the paper over to read it."I could've cuffed your other hand."She felt cold. And permission was never granted. I peered in and saw Janet just getting up from the bed. She looked awful, with her clothes rumpled, her hair messed, her eyes red from crying. "I'm coming," she growled at me, and pushed past me to get to the phone.Mom wanted her to make dinner, which turned out to be Swanson TV dinners imported from the U.S., with two pieces of fried chicken in the main part of the tray, and three little dimples above, one with peas, one with corn, and one with a little. “That red-headed builder guy brought her home just after 11:00. They were hardly through the door of the flat below when she was praying. ‘Oh God’ she kept yelling. ‘God I love it, God it’s wonderful, and God I’m coming.’ I was wishing she’d bloody go, I needed to get to sleep. They were only quiet for twenty minutes when she started praying again. Yelling out, ‘How beautiful he was and god is huge etc.’ Then again just after three in the morning, I was woken up again with her yelling. Mom was never shy, which was not a big deal when I was y*****r. But as I got older, I really loved seeing her nice big boobs and the way her nipples always seemed to be hard. She also had a very hairy pussy, which was unusual as noone else in the family had any hair down there yet. As a typical teenager, I would stroke my hard cock 4-5 times as day, if not more. I was either in the bathroom with a pron magazine I got from a friend or in my room after I seeing my beautiful mother naked. I’m not.