In her own eyes, she was now fat and ugly.To attempt to soothe and console her, I started bringing her into my bedroom, to sleep with me. It was almos... the only way to keep her from constantly feeling sad and unhappy. In bed with me, with my arm draped over her side, touching her burgeoning stomach, Tina stayed calm and contented. We both seemed to sleep better together like that.There were times when we'd have sex together too. Not every night, as had once been our custom, but frequently. It rolled around in my head all week while I was getting ready to go to H&S.I don't remember all of the rest of the week, after that. I do remember that it started bad and got worse. I tried to reach my parents, but they were tied up at a conference on Historical preservation. My sister was in Kenya working with the Africans on a type 3 HIV virus treatments, chasing the latest bug out of the Dark Continent. So while she is there working with Tribal cannibals, I am trying to stay out of the pot. ” I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep out and then my temples.“Are you starting to remember now?”“Some of it. How did I end up here?”“We slept together. I’ll be right back.”Slept together? Shit! Did I do it again? I didn’t want to know. Mary went to her bathroom. Her bedroom had its own bathroom, imagine that.“I couldn’t find any aspirin. How about some acetone?” Mary said coming back into the room.“Ew, no. Not acetone.”“No. Not acetone. It’s um, assetin.”“Ass of woman?”“No! This stuff.” she said. After all these months, and with so many blow jobs, she had quickly learned what her son enjoyed or didn't. Laura knew how to go slow and use firm pressure with her lips upon his organ while her tongue constantly frolicked with the underside and the crown. She began to make love to his penis, as she did practically every morning. Her head bobbed slowly before him, wanting to pleasure him exquisitely and he did to her.As was usual, Tim had slept in. Not that it mattered any longer, the.