After placing the pizza in the oven on a low heat, he returned upstairs to the lounge.He heard the car draw up, and then her hurrying up the stairs, s...weeping into the room, slightly breathless. He noticed immediately that she was wearing nylons that she hadn’t had on when she left.“Hungry darling?” He asked.“No not really, perhaps later,” she replied, “but I could use a drink.”He moved to the drinks cabinet, and poured out the drinks. When he turned around she had taken off her coat. She was. Wait, go to sports. I want to check the scores. I bet on the Sox game, yesterday. Ah, they lost, the bums.’ ‘It’s a new age, Joey, the computer age. Nobody reads the newspaper no more. People don’t even watch the evening news. They read it on their computer.’ ‘Yeah, but, Vito, I didn’t do so good in school. I don’t read that good.’ ‘Joey, even you will like this. See? They have pictures.’ ‘Yeah, color pictures, too. Newspapers don’t have that. And the big print is big and easier to read. I. Just as he entered, he had knocked aside a spoon causing her to look. Just as she turned to see him, a shy, yet naughty grin filled her face. He paced up to her, grabbed her by the waist and raised her off her feet and placed her on the cold marble slab and leaned in taking her lips. Even as he kissed her, held her in his arms, he couldn’t believe that THIS was his mother. Then the woman, who gave birth to him, loved him, took care of him and nursed him as a child. And yet she let him fuck her. Without waiting for an answer, she went on. "Our last accounting team left us suddenly about a week ago, so there's a pile of work needing your attention. I've done a few things so we didn't fall too far behind. You already know the software, so let me show you a few things."Her computer dinged as she woke it up. Pulling up the accounting program, she began to show Shawn the pertinent fields. "Hey pull up a chair and sit next to me, you'll be more comfortable."Without warning, her door is.