With a heavy heart I packed up my things and left.The drive home was stressful. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want an argument but I also didn't ...want this to linger and fester in both our minds. I had to deal with things one way or another. I tried to come up with something concrete but as I pulled into our drive, I had nothing. I dropped the garage door and went to face my wife.As I opened the door, I was hit with the smell of something wonderful cooking. I couldn't miss the smell of pot. I think she winked, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was my wild imagination. I watched diligently as the safety instructions were announced and my flight attendant held up the seat belt to show us how to snap it in place and how to unsnap it. She put on an inflatable life preserver and showed us how to blow in the tube to inflate it. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. She looked right at me as she pretended to blow into the little tube. Again, she smiled. She folded up the life preserver and. ” His eyes rounded as he shook his head, “But I di—“ She waved her hands dismissing what he was about to say. “Sit. I need to talk to you.” “Ma, it’s late. You shouldn’t wear yourself—“ “Sit I said,” she snapped angrily, and promptly broke into a fit of coughing that had Gabriel yanking the empty chair closer to the bed. His heart was in his throat as he gripped her hand and gaped at her. “Okay-okay, I’m sitting. Ma, please.” About to ask her if she needed water or a nurse, she finally. Damn that would be great.I did have a nice evening. I slipped into a nice dress got up on the bed and started to snap some erotic pics for my mother and I did mess around with the lighting and some pics came out in b&w and still looked erotic. I made sure a few pics showed moms sexy black or brown half-rounds smothered in her thirty yr. old sons thick white love sauce and I could only think of how nice it would be for mom to have a pair of glasses down her nose with the beads hanging from them.