And I like being naked with just the bra, so I made it possible for him to quickly undress me. Actually, with a bra on people assume I have big pretty...tits. I tried to warn him, but he really wanted to see them. He didn't quite embarress me to the extreme by making me put it back on, but in the future he wouldn't argue with my first suggestion. Ralph is nice in that way. He'll make me do all sorts of disgusting things once I've suggested them. But he doesn't say anything about my pathetic jugs.. Frank got himself a third drink. I was still nursing my second; since I could now tell "Gunderson Motos" were strong.He moved closer to me. I felt his arm go behind me, and then it eased onto my shoulders. The wind was now strong, cooler and gusty, so I was a little cold. His arm on me felt good. Neither of us said anything for a long time. Then, I looked at him. He had passed out. Chill out, indeed, I thought.I touched his face. No movement. I don't know what came over me. I reached down and. My voice will be raspy with desire when I reply, “Yes Mommy please come tonight.”And she will. You see, my mother, always Mommy, is my lover, my only lover; or more aptly stated; I’m hers.I guess I need to backtrack a long way to explain. Mommy was abused by her boyfriend, my father, she was beaten and she was raped. When she became pregnant with me he abandoned her, Aunt Kitty had taken her in and taken her as her life partner, strangely, Aunt Kitty is the femme yet she’s the one that works. “Michael, that wasn’t very nice was it?” I had to agree. “I’m really sorry Mrs T.” “But we had this discussion just the day before.” We had. I been excited as we had been to the local fair, and I had spoken out of turn at the dinner table. Mrs T had a quiet word afterwards. She was very fussy about rudeness she said. She had been very strict with Dave and Phoebe and she reminded me how they were given sore bottoms when they were rude. So Mrs T said that.