She said she was excited to see me and that she missed the days when Les and I were good friends and that her and my mother had lost contact.. After c...mpleting the business of the accident we exchanged phone numbers and gave me her address and told me to feel free to stop by at any time. I must admit I wanted to follow her home right there but the boyhood shyness took over.A couple weeks later I was working and my phone began buzzing around 2am. It was Wendy. She told me she was drunk and. It was a good thing. I neither had nor wanted a steady girlfriend. I did still have hopes of a normal home life. Well as normal a home life as possible for a man with a price on his head. It could have been worse. I did have Betty. She was in the same fix as me. She seemed to understand our position better than I had at first. She should, she had a few more days to come to grips with it.I was about to leave on my morning bike tour, when Betty came down the stairs. “Shouldn’t you wear spandex. The following week on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We had a stag film running, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was, I had a raging hard-on pushing the front of my pajamas out. There was no way my mother could mistake the condition I was in. I could see my mother’s pubic hair, but I could not see her pussy. She had her legs shut tight and just her fingers. I got a card out and tossed it in the floor, thenI sat in the chair he had been in. I told her to pickup the card, like she had all night long. When she did,I said, “Stay just like that! Now look in the mirror atwhat he got to see.”When she looked up, I could tell then, that she knewhe’d seen all of her tits. At first she was pissed. She was going on about thenext time she seen him, she’d tell him she didn’tappreciate him looking down her top like that. I toldher,.