“We had a rule, no talking to me unless I said so. It’s obvious, using the safe word to have a pee is ridiculous. It is not what it is for.”He l...oked sheepishly at me.“I said you would regret this… this cuckold thing you so desperately wanted,” I snapped.“I… I… am sorry. I just wanted a pee. I had been in that chair for nearly four hours.”“You should have thought of that before having those two beers, to loosen you up, as you put it.”“It will not happen again,” he said.“Oh, you're damn right it. “And, it’s just Connie, now. We’re not in school anymore!”“Okay, Connie. But, I’m serious, you look great. You must be working out, you look in fabulous shape.”“Pilates, aerobics, I swim a little and I’ve gotten into running. Helen said she bumped into you when you were running Saturday, so obviously you are still at it.”I had run cross country in high school and college, and kept it up after graduation, running races, marathons, and even a couple ultra-marathons.“Yes, I’m still at it. My. I knew this was only temporary and it was either make my move on Lori now or forget it as far as seducing and fucking her.As I mentioned, Joe was the typical stocky, muscular guy and I'm sure Lori was hot to trot for her darkly attractive young husband. Lori was beautiful and I actually found myself wondering how Joe had managed to get her to marry him. That night when Joe and Lori came to my place, I noticed that she was wearing a nice pair of shorts and a button-up blouse that fit her breasts. What was it, anyway? I had to know.“Victoria Diane Larson, what is going on in that sneaky human mind of yours?” I demanded to know of Mom as I ran my fingers through that haircut of hers ... yes, the “Rachel” inspired by Jennifer Aniston from friends.“Please ... call me Vicky?” Mom asked me to my surprise ... not asking to be called “Mom,” but “Vicky” instead.“Okay, Vicky ... what’s going on in that mind of yours?” I persisted as I fucked Mom’s face rather vigorously, too.“I had hopes that ....