Once he finished his breakfast and looked more alert, she broached the subject of her impropriety, “Alex, you know the other night when you came to ...y bedroom and got in bed with me?”Alex looked up from his cereal bowl and smiled at his mother, “Yeah. I remember.”Cheryl needed to convey that what they had done was wrong, “We did something that we really should not have done.” Reluctantly she told him, “You’re a big boy now, and I think that it would be better if you stay in your own bed from. They couldn’t find anything wrong. Why else would they let me go so easily?”“I don’t know honey. I’m your mother. I worry about you. You do realize that, right?”“Yes, I do,” I told her. “But, I feel fine. Can we talk about something else? Please?”And, so, the conversation, mostly one-sided, careened off in a new direction: we talked about getting me a car. We’re not talking a Mercedes Benz, BMW, or Jaguar. Not that I couldn’t afford it, considering my wish to cover purchases and all. No, what. I live in a big house that my father works his ass off to afford so much so that I never see him and when I do hes so tired he hugs me and goes straight to bed. Im a lot closer with my mom an angry short woman who looks could make a gay man turn his head. My dad says I look like her a lot having the same skin color eye color and hair color, while my dad is white with brown hair and blue eyes. Anyway they arent important at least at the moment… When I was 8 my mom and dad thought it would be a. I motioned for her to get in bed, but she said, “Bathroom,” and went.Bobby came in, pulled the spread and top sheet back, and lay down on the king-size bed, patting the spot next to her. I climbed in on my knees and leaned over her to kiss her, leaning down to suck on a nipple while caressing a breast with one hand.Sarah returned and I smiled at her, pointing to the empty side of the bed. She said, “This is so nasty, but I want it really bad. Bobby, don’t think bad of me, please.”“You,” Bobby.