Maybe thefeeling of helplessness and the humiliation was the driving force. I wentback to my papers .I went out with a friend and came in late Saturda...y night but he was stillnot in. I did not see him until Sunday morning when I saw him go into thebathroom. I rehearsed, no I memorized what I wanted to say to him."Listen, Chuma. I am the owner of this house. I am a respected professor atthe University. You are a temporary house guest. It's not polite to expector demand certain things. It may be. " I saw mother shudder a single time - was it fear, disgust or more than likely I thought soberly, desire?Sally did as directed but she looked at me worried, looking at mother with a venomous jealously that was obvious. Slamming the plates, spoons and mugs, she threw them into a metal pan on the other side of the cardboard wall, obviously displeased at being excluded."Stand up Sharon." She did, but with weary nervous movements. "Stand facing me and bend over at the waist." Mother did as. She pulled her pussy lips apart and looked at them. She told me that it was my imagination, but she would make a doctor's appointment and get herself checked out. She came back to bed, but her mood had changed and she didn't want to make love anymore. I told her that it wasn't fair that she get me all hard and stiff and then say no."It's all your fault. You're the one who said there was something wrong with my pussy." Maybe. But there is nothing wrong with your ass" I said as I rolled her. " Then how come you want me to move in with you for a week? You know I'mnot a... freelancer." Sure, I know that. It doesn't change the fact that I really, reallylike you. I asked you to come back to Earth with me, remember? If you'dsaid yes to that, you'd be living with me. But, well... you said no. Sothat's off the table now. But I'd still like to experience it, even ifit's just for a few days. Having you around more. Seeing you every nightwhen I get home from work. Eating breakfast with you.