‘To eat. You know. Restaurant. Food. Eat.’ Yep, I’d stomped on her toes, alright. ‘How’s the chowder?’ ‘Like Bookbinders, Tom. Best in t...wn.’ She was going to get into this. ‘Corned-beef looks good.’ ‘It is.’ ‘Well, then, chowder and the boiled New England plate, maybe some hot tea?’ ‘Right.’ And she walked back to the kitchen. There was a disused New York Times in a pile of discarded papers by the door, and I walked over to give it a look-see. Another article about Dad and his heart attack –. It was my mom, speaking through her slightly open bedroom door shecuriously asked why I was still awake so late in the night. I replied by saying my room was getting too cold for me and I just wanted to grab another blanket to keep warm. She didn't say anything for a momentbut I heard something suddenly that sounded like metal buttons being clasped closed. After A few moments of that, She asked if I’d like to join her in the master bedroom. I thought nothing much of it, so I walked in turning. He had only his pajama to cover his nakedness.He removed it. He literally jumped on me and started chewing my neck and breast with his lusty tongue. He pumped my breast roughly. He was going wild on me. He sucked my boobs vigorously. He grabbed my boobs with both hands, licked and chewed them together.I was very horrified by his actions. His inner beast came out at that time. He was going out of control. He gave a bite on my soft flesh of the motherhood organ. I was scared. He became a fucking. Simply his sexual aura, teamed with her own emerging sexuality, was quite sufficient to render her completely subservient to him.Slowly she began removing her clothes. The count made sure the young husband had a good vantage point as mentally he made his wishes known and his marionette began dancing, seductively swaying and turning as each item of clothing was discarded.Soon she stood naked in front of him."Please, Count!" she begged, "take me!" I think we can dispense with the title. You may.