It’s just hard to forget how badly I messed up.”“That’s how we learn our hardest lessons,” I said.August 28, 1990, Chicago, IllinoisI had ju...st walked in the door with Jessica when Abbie called out that we should come to the great room. She had the TV on and WMAQ had some kind of ‘News Flash’ running.“What happened? War?”“No, a massive tornado out in the far western suburbs. Some places called Oswego and Plainfield. There’s a woman on the phone to the newsroom saying that the High School was. Dad would have to look after himself; his chances as a low-CAP male weren’t good, and that stupid fake CAP card of his didn’t help.At work I spread it around the other sponsors that I had a pre-owned experienced mother available, in good condition with 42,000 miles on the clock, solid chassis and good bodywork.A couple of the guys asked, but I could tell they weren’t serious. They just wanted a MILF notch on their bedpost before they moved on to some other desperate wannabe concubine. Then I. At night I would pretend I couldn’t sleep and I would come and sleep next to my mother. She and my father both slept like logs, so with her permission I would lie next to her on the bed. I always had to lie on my stomach to conceal my raging boner. After they were both asleep I would put my arm around her and cop a feel of her breasts and sometimes I would slide her dress up and put my hands on her thighs and her ass-cheeks. After a few hours I would go back to my bed and wank like a horny. “Very nice to meet you, Lizzy.” Then he said to her.“Honey, I’ll need to see an ID”.“Sure”. The teenager replied and quickly produced her driver’s license and handed to Ron.He inspected the license and glanced at the date on his watch and replied.“Well happy birthday!”. With a big smile.“Oh yes. Finally, ‘old enough’ Kate said with a little grin as she put her arm around her daughter. “She is old enough to see what goes on in here.” Lizzy let out a nervous giggle.The pretty red-haired mother.