"Or at least not in the physical sense." You're not suggesting he has written a song for me?" asked Linda,looking worried."I hope not," said Mike. "If...you thought my jokes were bad."Mike's comments made everyone at the table look worried."Whatever it is, I hope he doesn't keep us in suspense for much longer,"said Paula."You're telling me," said Linda. "I'm the eventual recipient!"They looked over to the other tables and noticed that Kevin was stillwith his parents. Even John and Janet were. In the third round I caught him in my corner and with Karen yelling at me to finish him, I landed left and rights to the body until his guard came down and I caught him flush on the jaw. He sagged down the ropes, out cold. I threw my hands into the air and went to a neutral corner. The ref counted to ten and declared the fight over. I had won by a knockout in the third round. Lisa was at ringside by then, standing and cheering. I stood in the center of the ring as the referee raised my hand in. ." I'm going to prove it to you. Right here. Right now." I let my grip relax, and the slightly bloody thistle fell to the floor. I looked into my mother's eyes. They were grayer than the blue I had always attributed to them. They were beautiful."Can you feel this?" I let myself relax and looked deep. My half hard cock jerked. I thought about her lips, how full they were. I thought of them trembling. I thought of her tongue glistening with slick spittle. "Mother can you feel your mouth come. I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a dark thrill through my body; my pecker seemed to ache even more. I slipped out of the bedroom, padding through the house as quiet as a burglar.After carefully opening the door, I spied the couple on the bed. He was fat, on his back, and snoring like a saw mill, sleeping off his drunk. His wife lay on her side, sandy-blonde hair almost glowing by.