"I waited alone, but knew I had to apologize and make things right before dad got home. I gathered up her lingerie and carefully folded everything. ...Mom," I said carrying her clothes back to her, "can I come in? Can we talk?"Her door was open, and she sat on the edge of the bed, a skirt, the skirt I had worn, in her hand. "This too?" she asked in a whisper. I stepped in and went to her dresser. I began to put her clothes away. "All my clothes...why?" Mom, I love you," I whispered. Slipp here~'' (like i was sleep walking) But heres the magic i saw that captivated me years later still. As we were having that small-talk .. she got out of bed and i saw her she was in her Half Dressing Gown mind you. And i SAW her(with natural street lighting to see) taking her panties out. And vaguely saw she changed her wet panties into another. Thinking im blacked out. Maybe shes giving me a benefit of the doubt thinking im out of my mind drunk and sleep walking. Because I used to pretend. Are you OK?’ ‘No, I’m hurt!’ she cried, tears in her eyes. ‘He stepped on me, like a cigarette butt.’ Sally touched her sore breasts and finally realized that she was still naked. ‘Where’s my robe?’ They got it for her and she put it on before gulping down a glass of whisky that Jack handed to her. ‘Who did this to you?’ Latesha asked. ‘A guy who works at the same factory as me. We’ve been going out for a while, and he’s been bugging me to have sex with him. Tonight I agreed I would suck him. There was only one subject that I meticulously avoided, which was anything having to do with age. This was as my guiding rule whenever I had any interaction with an older woman. I had a feeling that she had some appreciation of my reluctance to “go there.”So she surprised me, one day, when out of the blue, she asked me, “How old are you, Adam?” When I told her that I was 30, she rolled her eyes and said, “Oh shit! Both of my k**s are older than you. I probably started having puffy cunt.