“You’re going to come to my parent’s this weekend, right?” he asked nervously.Shit! That was right! Jack had told me I had to make an appearan...ce at his folks’ place this Sunday for dinner. “Absolutely!” I told him. “Wouldn’t miss it!” Not without a good reason, like stubbing my toe or breaking a nail! “What should I wear?”“Uh, well, it is a Sunday dinner...” Jack stammered a bit, taking his time. “Well, I mean, uh, Mom’s a little, uh, conservative...”“So, the microskirt and mesh top are out,. The next morning Brian was wide awake long before his alarm would normally go off. He lay naked under his sheets with morning wood. He stroked it and wondered if his mother would come to his room. At seven his door opened and his mother walked in dressed in her dressing robe. He pretended to be asleep. Joan pulled her son’s sheets down and spotted his erection. She sat on the edge of the bed and took his shaft in her hand. Brian opened his eyes. “Good morning Mom. I’m glad that you came to wake. .. until last night. It was impossible to feel bad that it had happened.She looked over at the wagon. AJ and Becky seemed to be chatting. She made a conscious decision not to feel guilty. That included the fact that she had never really mourned for Frank. She had already decided not to feel guilty about resuming intimacy with a man long before the requisite year of mourning had passed. It was relatively easy for her to ignore the problem that she wasn't married to the man she had been intimate. He did not bother to stand when I entered, nor did he offer me a chair so I stood awkwardly before him. How despicably arrogant and loutish. His close cropped black hair would have been repulsive to Deborah. She was always telling my how nice my hair was now that it grown long. In fact she insisted on ensuring that I brushed it every day. This man could do with learning some manners I told myself. I could see that I could make a contribution here! "Debbie and me have discussed your situation.