With that I had to learn the very blueprints of every weapon in the forces. Each weapon and its mock up had to be memorized so that when I had to draw...a weapon, all I would have to do is draw blood from my hand and allow the fibres to take the form of the weapon I think of in my head. It was not immediate but quick enough. Even ammunition was not an issue for I could create it myself. The fibres did not just re-grow instantly. I would have to monitor my levels and allow my body to produce more. But this seemed different.My wife was so stern, serious. She had never talked to me like that. Surelyit was just for the weekend. For fun. No harm in that.Dinner was ready. I nervously went to the den. Remembering that I was notspeak unless spoken to, I walked in and waited. "Well, what is it?" MissEmily snapped. "Cat got your tongue?" D-d-d-dinner is ready Miss Emily," I stammered. My mind raced, wonderingwhat I had done wrong."It?s about time, sissy. I'm starved," She said.After she was. " Mom said. "Maybe we can talk tomorrow night."That really got my attention. Maybe; that would not be the only time making love and fucking my mother. Maybe; tomorrow night. Maybe. I wanted to be with her tonight, but at least I had hope.My folks got home about 11pm. My brothers were asleep and I was in bed. I was hoping the night would go by quickly. I heard the door to their bedroom close. I fell asleep.All was well the next morning. My father was not working, and my mom gave no indication of. ”“That’s a sentence I would never expect to hear! Mary Harrison is not exactly the epitome of calm and conventional!”“She’s changed quite a bit, actually. Josh has been a very good influence on her.”“You would say that, Pete!” I chuckled. “Grab yourself a drink. The bar’s in the basement, in the far corner.”“Don’t mind if I do. I’m guessing you’re well stocked with bourbon and haven’t got a single beer.”“Julia bought some beer the last time she shopped. There are some bottles in the fridge down.