She had her arms on mine to try and stop me if I continued to the house. "He's our son"."Yes, He's our, my, son. But Karen is also my daughter. Think ...of what he did to her? You know something is wrong with Frank. He hurts other kids and does not care. He has no conscience. We cannot allow him to be with us". Just saying the words finally helped me decide what to do. I would not hurt him, but he could not stay with us. He had stepped over too big a line."Okay, Sharon. I won't hurt him. A beating. .you’re being honest and sincere with me; I can tell by this one kiss....call it a woman’s intuition.”“Yes I really do mean it; I’m asking Mandy the person to help me. We can discuss a few of my ideas and you can tell me yours while I prepare her brunch........” I PREPARED SARAH’S MEAL of hot oatmeal with almonds, walnuts and dates. Sarah was also given plain yogurt, a banana, an orange and hot mint green tea. Mandy waited in the kitchen sipping an Earl Gray while I brought Sarah’s brunch to. Beyond that I did not want my mother to be named in my presence, through her memory was my own living hell; I could not rip her from my mind, her memory was an obsession that never left me, and that made me reject other women, I could not have a normal romantic relationship, none of them was my mother, so my contact with them was reduced to the minimum and I looked for sex merely for my sanity (think Oedipus complex.)I wish I had had the balls to tell her that I was in love with her. But I was. Well that was it I couldn't control myself, I walked straight into the changing room as he offered his cock to me I took it in my hand, the first time I'd held another mans cock, it was so smooth and warm and I could feel it growing in my palm. "Suck it" he said and gently pushed me down to my knees, how was this happening I was sucking the hard cock of a middle aged stranger in a public changing room. The thing is it felt so good, the smooth skin of his head and the sweet taste of precum on my.