. . but your mother told me that if you were told any part of it, that you should know it all.’ ‘What? Do tell me.’ It took Angela several momen...s to begin forming the words. ‘I’m sorry, child. You are a child of rape—not a rape of sexual desire but one of anger. And some would even say a justified anger.’ ‘Dennis raped my mother, and I was the result of that?’ ‘Yes. But out of rage, not desire or lust. Desire was your mother’s and my sin. It wasn’t Dennis’. Surely you’ve seen through the years. I passed her my car keys and asked her if she would drive me home as Ididn't feel that I would make it if I walked.She managed to get me into the car and drove me home, was I pleased tosee the house.Chardonnay leapt our of the car and ran to the door, ringing the bell, mywife answered and I heard Chardonnay say "Mrs Clayton, I've your husbandin the car, it worked just as you said it would" I was a bit puzzled butmy brain being fuzzy I paid no attention until Julietta answered "Youmust call me. ."I never thought that finger fucking my ass could bring me to such a powerful climax. Maybe it was the thought of the whole act being so nasty and the fact that I was doing it in front of my son, I don't know. When it was finally over, I looked back at Tommy and slowly withdrew my finger. He was staring at me, at my ass with wide eyes, licking his lips."Uhhmmm... that was good, why don't you stick something else in there?" I surprised myself by saying that.Did I want my own son to fuck me in. " I laughed. "Well, maybe it's time to change that. Why don't you come here?" Mason hesitantly took a few small steps toward me, his eyes roaming my body. When he was within arms' reach of me, I grabbed him and pulled him closer. I took his hand and laid it on my breast; he took in a sharp breath. "You know that I'm married," he glanced down at his wedding band. "So," I said. "We're just having a little fun. She won't ever know. I promise." Mason lifted his free hand and cupped my other breast;.