..Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion!...-, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day black nylon stockings and elegant shoes usually with high heels, you could hear them on the floor with every step - very different from the women of her age I knew from my sleepy. As we walk into the kitchen to see what is going on I notice mom is still nude usually she wears panties not today and the landing strip is gone too.Grilled chicken breast, baked potatoes, green beans and a salad with pecan pie for dessert. About an hour later we are done and Debbie says she needs to go, Mom told her she could stay the night but Debbie said maybe another time, she dresses and Jen and I walk her to her car. As she drives up the road we see a car turn down our road, that can. He finished by saying, “Mrs. Newman, I see your son must have gotten his grace and style from you. Let him tell you what I have asked of them. It should be their surprise.”Claire and I were talking, and my mother walked up behind Claire putting a finger up to her lips to keep me quiet. She said with a fake cry in her voice, “So, this is the little hussy that has taken my boy away from me?”Both Claire and I were dumbfounded by this remark. (I had to play my part.)Mom continued on, by talking. Theresa told Jessica to stay there. That was unusual, in itself, as she usually cleared and washed up the dishes.At first we couldn't hear anything, and were whispering as to what was being said. Theresa's voice was the first to be raised, but Tim matched hers. Jessica and I looked at each other. By the time they were shouting at each other, Jessica was in tears.She couldn't stand it and ran into the kitchen."Stop!" she sobbed out. "Just stop."I felt powerless, stuck in my fucking wheelchair..