”“What do you have planned this afternoon?”“I’m going to go play with Mike at his house.”“Oh that’s right. OK well go clean off your f...ace at least” she laughed, “and be home for dinner.”“I will.” I answered as I pulled up my shorts and put on a shirt.She got off my bed and straightened out her dress. This was only the third time I’ve gone down on my mother. We could only do it when the house was empty and there was no chance of someone coming home. This was because, unlike my blow jobs that. “She’s a Killer ... Queen.” That was how the reigning monarch of the cafeteria said it. She dominated THE table and what she said became LAW. Her table held the prettiest, most desirable, richest girls in the school. They went where SHE went, and they didn’t go where she didn’t. She passed judgement on possible boyfriends, she was the power ... just like she was in High School.“She didn’t get raped,” said April Sue ... April Sue Queen was from the south ... the deep south ... Queen Mountain. Then taking a seat on the floor in the corner of the interview room so that the prisoner could see me, the fun began.Lord Braselton, with Anna beside him, was seated across the simple table from the first prisoner. After Lord Braselton asked him his name and he refused to answer, I started chanting. A moment later, Anna looked at me, trying not to smile, then she turned to Lord Braselton.“His birth name was Timour, born 1941 in a village outside Kansk. When his parents died of fever and. It's your honeymoon too you know,” I replied. Then I leaned in for a kiss. I kissed her and she put her hand out for me to grab. “What? I'm just supposed to help you up?” I asked. “Yes,” Judy replied. Then I locked my hands with her left hand and helped her up. Really she didn't have a horrible time getting up on your own, but it was more of a husband thing to do for his wife. Once she was up, she planted a kiss on my lips. “Thank you my wife,” I said. “Your welcome, even though I'm not.