I understand ... there are times when I hate my mom," Wendy said."Don't worry about it ... she hated me all through her teen years. She didn't get ove...r it until she had you," explained Junior. "Children don't understand their parents until they're parents ... then it's Katie bar the door." What about... ?" asked Vee."My mom?" Junior shook her head, "She was so much older and she had the Twins first. I liked her ... she cooked ... and she was the first one to feed Company human food. The world. I'm sure you and Lilly will want to discuss this more, rules and such for when she moves in, so if you'd like to stay the night in the guest bedroom you can but don't expect me back until after work tomorrow." Go mom!" I cheer and again, she smirks."You two have fun." She says as she gets up and grabs her bag for the night and leaves."So, you're sure about this huh?" He asks me once we hear mother's car leave the driveway."Do you have to ask?" I stand and remove my shirt and he sees that I have. .. that's not true. Harley is just a friend," Jeeze, Merilee ... that's the oldest line in the book." Dieter, please. He's just a friend, nothing more." Look, Merilee ... Harley's got a black belt in pussy hound. He doesn't have girlfriends, he has notches on his bedpost. So don't try and bullshit me. If you want to hang out with Harley, fine and dandy. Just don't expect me to play second fiddle. I'll see you around," I said, hanging up the phone.I half expected her to phone me back right away. The torsolette had frilly black garters that attached to the sheerest black seamed nylons. My eyes followed them down to her towering, spiked opera pumps. I wondered how she could walk in them.Over her pelvis were the sheerest pair of black panties that hid nothing yet made her shaved mons more desirable in its gossamer encasement (I'm sorry Dear Reader, I wax poetic over things like this).Aunt Carmen lay down on the bed next to me and kissed my softly on the lips. Tell me Jeremy Darling," she.