In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in comparison with the burning intensity of his new relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared t... fucking his own mother! After the first time they had consummated their relationship, they knew they there was no going back. They both knew that the outside world could never accept their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom – so they had to be careful.He moved in with his mother, (“To save on expenses”), where he had his own. There's a pause on his end I'm guessing he's trying not to hurt my feelings but instead he says, do you feel like coming over tonight? Hell he didn't need to ask twice, sure I reply and my cock starts to get hard at the thought of getting some juice later. I'll be over in about an hour will this be ok? I ask, sure man I'll be waiting for you. With that we hang up and I go and get cleaned up for what I hope is another fantastic fuck session.I get to Wayne's house and walk up to the door and. Calling Shanghai Red’s the most notorious bar on Beacon Street was saying something on a waterfront street swarming with the likes of the Scuttle Butt Inn, Whispering Joe’s Joint, and the Bonanza. These were all classy dumps in a neighborhood of flophouses, bail bond offices, chop suey joints, and pawn shops. Lt. Mathew Gaffey surveyed the dim, smoke-filled bar as he made his way through the crowd of drunken sailors, cannery workers, and fisherman. He also made his way through the heavy smells. "Marcie," Kyle breathed. "Marcie, honey, I'm so sorry..." I know," Marcie said. "But you shouldn't have done what you did."Kyle hung his head ashamedly. "I know. But I did. I can only hope that someday you can forgive me and let me try to make it right."Marcie's face softened. "Oh, Kyle," she said. "I want to forgive you so badly, but you've apologized for what you did so many times and not meant it." I know," Kyle said. "And I know you won't believe it's different this time, either. But - if.