She would enter the house, and then ask about dinner. If there wasn’t anything made, she would nuke something and then disappear into her room, whil... texting on her telephone. Dexter could never get her off the phone long enough to hold a conversation.As far as he could tell, his kids were pretty good compared to the kinds of stories he heard about other kids their age. They were both making good grades, and hadn’t gotten into any trouble with the law. They essentially took care of themselves. I was sparring with Toshi and Frida, two against one.”“Two against one? That doesn’t sound very fair. You spar like that?”“We were practicing street fighting. No rules in how you win, if you’re doing it for real.”“Oh. So how’s it going?”“I couldn’t be more proud. I have two excellent students. They’re both very fast learners.”“Great. Mark, the reason I called, first of all, do you remember that the White Mall diamond array is slightly closer to the perimeter wall than the one at Black. I kept a small jar of Crisco in my bedroom, along with some old towels, just for that. My mother was no dummy; she knew, almost from the beginning, that we were having sex. The evidence was spotted in my underpants and on the bed sheets, she’d found the old towels spotted with caked on cum and washed them. Then, replaced them, just where they were, in my room. I wasn’t being hurt so she said nothing about it to anyone. She told me (later) that she found it funny that I would ask her if I could. ’ ‘Taking a shower.’ She gasped. I could feel her hole tightening around me. She leaned forward to rest her hands upon my chest. Her breathing shortened and quickened. With a cry she collapsed forward, I continued pumping my prick in and out of her, holding wide her ass cheeks, as she kissed and sucked upon my neck. I could feel my own prick growing. She must have felt it to for she lifted her head and looked down into my eyes. The look that I’d first seen over thirty years ago was still.