Mum looked delighted and told me how important I am to her. It was so weird, mum and I were getting intimate, but it felt so natural. We left the part... early in a taxi. We got home and I so desperately wanted to kiss her. We sat on the sofa cuddling. I was really nervous about making a move, but to my delight mum said 'do you think we could be more than mother and son?' I was SO happy! I said that I would love to be with her. She said she couldn't understand why I wanted her, when I had. It didn't take long for me and also for my sister Nicole to learn that, even in school, we always had to watch how we behaved and what we were saying.I remember once when I was in primary school, I was playing softball in the schoolyard, someone threw the ball to me at third base and I dropped it; naturally this caused a point for the opposite team. Without my even being fully aware of saying it, I used a four letter word that one never used in public. At the time there had been no teachers. ‘I’d be more than happy to show you,’ George eagerly replied, rising to his feet and glancing out the window, almost as if he couldn’t weather another dose of her voluptuously presented charms. Ann was delighted! She’d reached him, all right! In fact, she’d wager that the slight bulge in the front of his trousers he was uncomfortably trying to conceal wasn’t perpetual. Damn, she sure had reached him, and in good style! ‘Yes, I think we should use the heavy bond … takes wear better,’ he. “Let’s just say it’s not uncommon.”“May I be blunt?” I asked.“That usually works best.”“Why would you possibly accept the idea of your daughter carrying on with a married man?”“Because my daughter makes her own decisions. She has since she was little. I don’t have to approve of her choices. This was what she wanted, so she did it.”“Don’t you think that’s a bit too cavalier an attitude?” I asked.“As we’re speaking plainly, you were pretty cavalier about bedding my daughter. It does take two to.