But today I am now a computer systems engineer and software developer and not very adept at expressing myself in writing, so please excuse my clumsy p...rose.Title: My Mother: My Lover and My MistressMy name is Dan Cutler and this story begins when I was 14 years old, two months shy of my 15th birthday. My Mom's name is Angela and at that time she was 32. My Mom and I had been living alone together for almost 5 years since I was 11. My Dad's name was Herb. He had a brain tumor 3 months before my. Problem was, what did it mean to Summer? Fuck. I guess I’d find out…Eventually, she came out, laughing when she saw me.“You look like a kid who got caught doing something wrong.”“I feel like one too,” I told her, sheepishly from my seat on the couch.She’d changed into a pair of jeans that looked painted on and a pink hoody zipped up in the front. She was carrying one of her shopping bags, which she set on the floor, pulling a hat, the promised red and white one, from it and tossing it to. Because of how we are spaced both wifes are between me and hubbies on both sides of me. As the shoe goes on the older chick on my left is getting friendlier she pats my back when I get 21, grabs my hand on the table when I hit to 21 and yells loud when I win a big double down hand. Gotta love her enthusiasm. After a couple shoes we have lost a oouple players and now she is sitting between me and her husband who has now shifted to 3rd base. Her enthusiam has waned as she just cheers and says. The trail has to end with that one, or the one before. See what I mean?" I asked."I get it. I got it when Church Camp explained it as well," Jerry Wilson said."So after breakfast tomorrow let's go to NYC and check out General Juju's hotel for ourselves," I said. "For now I'm going to bed."I went to bed alone, so I got to spend my time listening to Alisha and Jerry doing their thing. It is impossible to sleep in a motel room with another couple screwing especially if the female is telling you.