I worry about her dating Jason though. That clean-cut, good-guy crap he’s been using since we got out of high school … it may have helped him get ...hat job, but I know better. That bastard can be a sleaze-ball to women.’ I felt my blood suddenly heat up. ‘Maggie? Something I need to know about?’ I asked. My teeth ground together when I saw her shrug my question away. I liked Jason, I mean we have been friends since our freshman year session room. But if that fucker had hurt Maggie, I would kick. Beyond that I did not want my mother to be named in my presence, through her memory was my own living hell; I could not rip her from my mind, her memory was an obsession that never left me, and that made me reject other women, I cannot have a normal romantic relationship, no one of them is my mother, so my contact with them was reduced to the minimum and I looked for sex merely for sanitary reasons, in that respect talk about Oedipus complex.I wish I had had the balls to tell her that I'm in. She was wearing what appeared to be a plaid schoolgirl jumper with a white blouse underneath. Her legs were encased in white knee-highs and high-heeled loafers. She appeared to be doing schoolwork. As I closed the door behind me, she turned to look at me. Her face was made-up just like a teenager. The red on the cheeks and green eye shadow were a little too heavy. Her lips were coated in a cherry red gloss. Looking through the make-up it suddenly occurred to me why she looked familiar. I didn’t. He had heard about this happening to men when they became aroused and now it was happening to him.He didn't want to push his luck and suffer the consequences of waking his mother so he returned his extremely erect penis meat back into his pants. It was like an iron rod so it was a challenge to manuver it back into its hiding place. He could feel his erection struggling against the tightness of his pants wanting to be freed again like a wild a****l.He didn't know if he would have enough time,.