I did notice mom's extra helpings of whipped cream and ice cream with each slice. Perhaps she was just being polite.That's when she pulled out the con...om. Shit, I exclaimed to myself as I entered my room. I poisoned my own mother with fossilized cake mix! All those chemical stabilizers and texturizers and artificial flavors and colors must have combined into a hella-psychoactive drug! I'd better call the doctor!Right, and tell her what? Mommy's acting like a sourpuss? She's delirious, under the. ‘No one can know. I could get in so much trouble,’ she said. ‘Mom it’s all right we won’t tell anyone,’ my sister said. ‘Please, Mom, I’m sorry. I have never done anything like this before.’ ‘We can’t, it’s not right,’ my mother said. Vicki said, ‘Oh please, Mom, we can keep it our secret. I’ll do anything.’ My mother stood in the doorway for a minute. ‘What if your father finds out?’ she said. ‘Don’t worry no one will tell him. It will be our secret,’ Vicki told her. Mom thought for a long. ”Mat still doesn’t speak, letting out a soft sigh as he assesses his daughter.“Don’t you want to be my first?” she asks uncertainly.“Oh, baby,” Mat says, large hand cradling the side of her head. The words stick in his throat. Instead of swallowing them down, he decides to spit them out. “I fucking dream about it. Every night.” Abby’s heart pounds in response.“Then let’s do it,” she says, her leg coming up to hook over his hip. They’re both still naked and she can feel his stiffness against her. 'Shall we go upstairs my dear, or do you need a little more time?' 'No, no....well....er....' She paused, composing herself. She had beenrather overtaken by events, and was rather unprepared for his request! 'Please come with me.' She turned and made for the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Bettina slipped into her room and quietlyclosed the door. Bettina heard the two adults come upstairs, and when her mother'sbedroom door closed, she crept out onto the landing and listened to whatwas.