I came back each time to his house and our children even after weeks of perversions. Anal porn His fingers pinched and poked, and his palms stroked my tit mounds. “Sometimes I watch.”
The thing I now regret most is, at her innocent words, my anger suddenly transferred to her. I took a lover, a random one. But it gets them off. No responsible mother would risk her children’s future sexuality simply to resolve emotional troubles that have haunted her since her own childhood. Her alcohol supercharged desire kicked her into a mental orbit of the room, unable to reenter until she’d burned up most of her fuel. I was still a sight when they showed up with questions, five days later. Have you seen enough?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good, how does it make you feel?”
“It’s just awful!” she wailed. I don’t know who was more miserable, watching Henry stamp around his house unable to punish his son, or my mother who was forced daily to offer her ass to an increasingly experienced master. I felt dizzy, electrically so. “Hmmnn?” Henry shifted in his sleep. It’s worn floral pattern was lucky I hit the carpet
