I was frozen. Brad walked over to the closet. "Here's the closet, I've about gotten everything out of it." He clicked the light on and then walked ove...r to another door. He paused and clicked the light on, "Master bath in here. I love the two person Jacuzzi tub."I still hadn't moved. I looked south and pondered just how many light years away my old life was. I don't think I'll be getting back there any time soon. I sensed Brad behind me and he put his hands on my shoulders. I felt like I was. ’ I replied, smiling as I thought of him. ‘That’s something I could never do, get married again.’ He went on, ‘It seems that I meet women that are too clingy or use the ‘L’ word way too soon.’ I appraised his words, maybe reading too much into them. He hadn’t changed that much after all. Chewing my straw lost in thought, I wondered which category I had fallen into, clingy or if I had been charged with misuse of the ‘L’ word, or maybe both. ‘Hmmm,’ I replied not knowing what else to say. I. .. Ah... Ah... Don't... Stop... Ah... Ahh... Harder..."I then noticed something different. My mothers hips were moving to meet my thrusts. It couldn't be. She was enjoying it. This exceeded anything beyond my wildest fantasies. I was Fucking my mother. Raping my mother. And she was enjoying it."Ah... Ah... Harder... Faster... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Please..."I began to fuck my mother with reckless abandon. Each thrust going faster, harder, and deeper. At the height of my excitement I leaned. I can party with wildest from that world of rock stars, and media people, and it took real willpower for me not to indulge myself. To me in my sobriety, the party seemed to descend into a lude bacchanalian revelry. The laughter, the dancing, the couples coming and going to the bedrooms, all lent it the feel of the last days of Rome — or at least that is how it seemed to my stark, sober brain.It was the early hours. I'd gone outside to get some air, and to escape the attention of Trixie, the.