“Was there a girl in here tonight?”Josh didn’t have to say anything. Lisa knew the answer. So this is what Steven was hinting at when he winked ...nd told Josh he had him covered.“Joshua Allen Mumcock! I do not approve.” Even with all that had happened, she wasn’t about to give up being his mom. Besides, the thought of him with another woman didn’t quite sit well. Not that she was jealous, because that would just be silly.“Sorry, Mom. It wasn’t my doing. She just showed up right after you left.”. I’ve got to learn how to do that, she told herself. Maybe I’ll try it next time. He rushed down the stairs. Already he was worried. What was it she asked for again? Oh, a tee shirt of some kind. He hoped he’d have no problem finding it. He hurried through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. Inside the door to the cellar several whips and canes hung upon some pegs. It seemed as if every corner of this house contained a reminder of his utter slavery. Reaching the basement,. .. masturbating I mean.”Amazed at his mother’s confession he said, “I jack um ... I mean I masturbate every night, Mom.”“I know baby” she interjected, “I’ve heard you.”Closing her eyes as if she were picturing his cock in his hand she said, “I’ve heard the slap, slap, slap of your hand. And the baby?” She smiled contritely as a salty rivulet spilled over her eyelid, “While I was listening to you, I was masturbating too.”“Wow,” her son responded.The mother’s lips found the sons. It was like she. ." For your information she has that. It took me fifteen years to write the basic emotion program. I worked on it every day. Sometimes foregoing sleep for days at a time. I will tell you though what I created is nothing compared to what she has in her now. A far more complex massive program that I am just beginning to understand."Betty's mouth was hanging open as she stared from me to Sheila, then back and forth. Looking closely at Sheila she just shook her head. "That would require hundreds of.