Suddenly, the full impact of what he was doing with his mother struck him and he looked into his mother's face, an unsure expression on his. "...Are we really doing this, mom?" Blondie smiled, her face blushing red from her passion. "Yes baby, we really are." Alexander looked about the room, trying to find the courage to ask his next question. As he took in the room, he realized that he would never look at it the same way again. Always the memory of what he was doing with his mother. Becky still came home two weekends out of every three and she did spend all of her time with me and I did have her all to myself on school breaks, but I still had it in my mind that we wouldn't last past graduation.My relationship with my mom was ever changing. She would slide into my bed three or four nights a week and then start feeling guilty over what we were doing and avoid me for a couple of weeks and then one night she would be back.Twice I attempted to move out and get a place of my own. I took our tray to the outside patio. The wall reflected back the heat of the sun so it was just warm enough. The soup and sandwiches were delectable. Whatever group catered it was fabulous. Julia looked very relaxed and peaceful. She had taken off her jacket. Her sleeveless blue blouse made her complexion radiate with warmth and life.With a contemplative look, she said, "So, you come here all the time. You know the saying that familiarity breeds contempt. Well, in my case it breeds. I couldn’t have borne it if you had rejected me and I had caused a rift between us. “Well Nan, just as well we were of the same mind, I didn’t quite know how I was going to let you know how I felt about you, but I would have worked out something before I left here.” I stopped him there and asked him to think clearly and be certain that this was what he really wanted? “Nan,” he said, lets go into the bedroom. I want to see you laying on the bed naked, so that I can make love to every part of.