My relationship with my mom was a little awkward. We hadn't talked much since the conversation in my bedroom on the day I found out about her and her ...o-workers and what little we did talk about never touched on what had happened that day. She still did not look me in the eye and when she did catch me looking at her she would turn away.She was not embarrassed over what she was doing and I knew that because she was still doing it and I knew that from the conversation I'd overheard between Mark. ‘– and then swerved right across all three lanes. I thought we were dead.’ ‘James, lover, she’s exaggerating,’ said Gabby. ‘No she isn’t,’ cut in Connie, who had now emerged from the back seat to join us. Normally irrepressible, she too was shaking visibly and in the gathering dusk the whites of her fear-widened eyes stood out starkly against the background of her black face. She would have been as pale as Fran, I suspected, had her skin pigmentation permitted it. ‘It was terrifying. And when. “Soda.” It was important to maintain one’s work ethic. I sighed and stretched on the couch. Thomas stood next to me, helpfully filling my mouth with whatever I so desired while I watched my fifth straight episode of the new historical drama Sertorius. I was fairly certain that people hadn’t been that clean and well-groomed in first century BCE Spain, but I managed to suspend my disbelief in order to enjoy the massive battles, gripping political intrigue, and passionate sex scenes.“You’re the. I’d enjoyed playing with Mom’s breasts, and I’d enjoyed her sucking me. Even now that I knew it had been her and not Susan, I still felt tremendous excitement as I remembered events.In the end, I couldn’t come up with a good reason why it should be wrong. As long as no one got hurt, and everyone understood what was going on, why should it be wrong? I loved my mother very much. And I knew she loved me. But I guess I’ve always known (from the comfortable perspective only a man can have, I.