Had I not witnessed her self-destructive meltdown that Sunday morning – my wife dressed like a hooker, and heard the phone calls from her co-workers... and seen the drugs, I might have been able to join her, as she requested, for those months of therapy. But those images were burned into my brain and the hurt I had suffered while she caused our marriage to disintegrate meant that for a long time I couldn't face her. Her betrayal was certainly the abandonment I had subconsciously feared all these. Mom said what? I said mom yes come on. Mom said you naughty boy. I said yes mom is you agree. Mom said I love you so much my dear son. I hearing this I become mad I hug mom. Mom said come on son your mom is fully ready for real mom son intercourse. I hold mom with two hands and kiss her lips. Moms also kiss on my lips. What a sexy my mom lips. Mom holds my Lund it is fully erect. I hold mom’s two breasts with two hands what a big breast, it is impossible to control with a hand. I asked mom what. Contacts are key. As Patrice and I changed back into our regular clothes, I said, "You know, a friend and I get together sometimes for a girls night, if—" I'd love to." Patrice shot me a wink and kissed me on the cheek as she walked out.I hurried home and called Rob on the way. He drove over and met me in the parking lot. I thought for sure he'd see what was happening on my face or in my voice as we went upstairs, but I don't think he had a clue. He talked to me the whole way about how awful. Girl? You want to go further? Just nod," and Inodded in my drugged stupor. "Lets give you another cleanout and I'llmake you into the best girl, I possibly can," and I just continued tonod. She helped me back down unto the floor and over the tub, takinganother few quarts of water. That voice, deep in my head, strangelymuted, screaming at me to run, was my only companion, as I waited insilence to be told what to do. She again helped me up and seated me onthe toilet, only this time, she.