I made my next move.I made her loose hair on one side exposing the neck and shoulder and kissed her neck and kept my lips on them and asked her how it...feels now.She said”dont do this to me.I am your mom” but she didn’t make me aside and didn’t even move in order to break my kiss.I kept kissing and then turned her around.And I kissed her strongly on her lips and she did respond well.I then broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.We both looked passionately into each others eyes.She thought it. "A huge storm's come out of nowhere and the trains are down. He's gonna stay with his aunt for the night, luckily she's not too far from where he called. I hope that's not a problem."I wasn't sure how to take the news. On the one hand I was thrilled to be spending a whole night alone in a house with Thomas, on the other I was worried that it could be an extremely awkward evening between the two of us. "That's fine Thomas" I said, smiling. "Do you need any help making dinner?"The evening was. They descended to the first floor; Albert led his guest into the salon. The salon was filled with the works of modern artists; there were landscapes by Dupre, with their long reeds and tall trees, their lowing oxen and marvellous skies; Delacroix's Arabian cavaliers, with their long white burnouses, their shining belts, their damasked arms, their horses, who tore each other with their teeth while their riders contended fiercely with their maces; aquarelles of Boulanger, representing Notre Dame. In the daytime. She was actually a sweet naive innocent country girl who just recently turned twenty and moved to the big city to start a job. But she had a second side. A dark side almost like a split personality. A completely opposite personality. The total slut that constantly needs to be satisfied sexually. This is the side she must keep secret from those who know her... (except from those who already know... like her perverted boss!) It was like a love-hate relationship she had with this.