“Impossible. Between that phrase ‘whoever it was in the Confessional’ seems very interesting Mrs Maria. So you are saying that it wasn’t the p...iest who returned to the Confessional?”“I.. I think so. Yes,” mom replied in a shaky voice.“Then how come you didn’t notice the difference in his voice.”“The Vicar was quite new here and also I was in no mood to think about anything else,” mom replied.“Hmm. So can you give an explanation of how this man Andrews looks?”Mom was silent. She had every right. "Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped."Putting you in your fucking PLACE, cunt!" I backhanded her soft cheek, then once again forehanded the other one. "TALK DIRTY!"She then began sobbing. "Adam! No! I-I didn't want---"She never got to finish that sentence, as I clenched my right fist and punched her directly in the mouth, taking great pleasure in the blood bubbling up between her lips. "You fucking whore!" I bellowed. "You weren't even interested in me till you saw me beat up that punk who. He didn't call or meet me in the chat room for three days & I was almost insane with it. I thought maybe I wasn't good enough, maybe I'd said something that had put Him off. Krystal knew now that your Mother was going to tell it all, your own fingers had found your moist swollen lips & you furtively stroked your pussy as you listened."Do you remember when I told you I was going to spend the weekend with Aunt Sally. I had to wait until you went on that school trip. I met Him & we went to Lake. He reaches for her, barely missing her wrist."Uh uh, Sam," she clucks, wagging a finger at him. "You need to stay right here while I get a few supplies."He watches her walk out of the room. Watches the sway of her hips and the way her fingers slide down the door frame as she looks back at him. He feels himself grow harder, as if that were possible. He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth at the pain of his arousal.He loves it when she teases him. Loves the way she works him up. The way she makes.