I held firm, trying to show the same stone façade my mother displays as to hide the seething I’m feeling inside. I doubt I was successful. ‘Good ...vening Sara.’ I could tell he was displeased I was still in the room in his presence. My mother shot me a look and I made my way to my bedroom. Or, should I say, I made it appear I made my way to my bedroom. My first act of disobedience of my mother in my life. Sure she didn’t say ‘Go to your room’, but we both knew that’s what she meant. I felt sick.. " Would you rather have your belly swelling from a baby before it even shrinks from losing weight?" That triggered a look of resignation."You were, um, right about our bellies getting in the way. What were you saying about different, uh, positions?" Barbara gave her a detailed explanation of some things they could do."Barbara, I've been trying not to think about it, but I really do look awful. What if I can't excite him?" Then you'll have to depend on more than just your looks." That seemed to. What with his palms braced against her shoulders, but that simply wasn’t the case. He was a guy. And that made him weak no matter what position he thought gave him leverage.With eye contact maintained, she slid her hand ever so slowly between them. Over the ridge of her hips. Through her forest of slick curls. She was slick though—maybe even more than before he interrupted her—and that on its own was strange. But not as strange as the lumber that bulged against the fabric of his shorts as her. You must see her around the house in those sexy negligees and think about her hot, sexy body.”I didn’t admit it to him then, but I had begun to admit to myself that this was increasingly the way that I thought about my mother. Trey was right, I couldn’t help myself when I saw her like that around the house, wearing just a satin chemise first thing in the morning or wrapped in just a towel coming out of the shower. Even seeing her gorgeous lingerie in the laundry basket was enough to have me.