Especially, a story about a mom confessing about her sex with her son, made my love for my mom stronger. Well mom is a very beautiful and dignified wo...an. Very loving mom to a son like me. But all my earlier experiences like mom calling me for scrubbing her back while she stood completely naked in the bathroom, calling me from the bathroom for her saree and petticoat, or asking me to scratch her itching back, while she removed her bra, all these have been urging me to go further.I am strongly. That evening, I finally wrote in my journal after a week of being unable to do so. It helped some, but I still needed Jennifer. I decided to call her, though I knew we couldn’t talk long.“You aren’t alone,” she said. “You have friends there, right? Get help from them. What about the girl you were seeing?”“Pia? She’s in another city three hours away by train. I can’t see her for a couple of weeks.”“Is there someone there in Gothenburg?”“I think the girls are too young and inexperienced. There’s. The one which says – don’t argue, don’t complain and do exactly as you’re told. Earlier in the day I had received a text from him. Short and to the point it said ‘ lose the kids and be ready’. The word ‘be ready’ always fill me with feelings of dread and pure lust at the same time. If only he knew the trouble I had gone to. First there was the ‘kid losing’ – easier said than done, but when every move causes you to feel the wetness caused by his orders you tend to make a ‘plan’! Kids sorted for. This would be their last night together. They both knew it, were both saddened by it, but both treasured it as a priceless gem. He brought the red candles from the bath, setting them on the dresser and lighting them before starting the music, the soft strains of a lone Celtic flute. She stood and watched, warming and smiling at the smallest details that he remembered and tended to: the candles, the music, the wine. He was making it perfect for her . . . for them. Returning behind her, he.