"See?" I tell her. "You can´t stop me." You´re an asshole, Marci." she says.Tries to kick me wildly, almost kicking me in the face.Grab her leg.Grab... her other leg.See her pussy is parted a little.Pull her legs a little furter apart, see it opens more."What are you atring at, you fucking perv?" she says, finally realizing what I´m looking at.Then she seems to realize how vulnerable she is.Stops struggling."Okay, fine," she says sullenly. "I give up. Get off of me. You win. Maybe I nee more. . Uhh, yeah ... please, I ... STOP!" Shut the fuck up, bitch!" a gruff voice snapped at her, interspersed with my Mom's cries. My ears caught what sounded like a smack, and then my Mom yelped like a cat. "Yeah, you love it! Go on, say that you don't love it! Better say it, bitch!"My Mom then replied to the shock of my ears: "Uhhgh ... yes! Yes, I love it! Oh God ...!"From the way she was grunting, I could tell she really was enjoying what was happening to her ... and surprisingly so also was I.. There was a large screen TV mounted on the wall. A leather sofa and love seat were the main furnishings. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I snuck a peek into the refrigerator."Ah, Guinness. You remembered."I grabbed a brew from the fridge and popped it open. Ilene then grabbed my hand. "Follow me," she cooed.Ilene led me into the bedroom. The large four-post bed was reflected in the mirrored ceiling. It looked very inviting. Ilene saw me staring at the bed."Don't you think. "Honey, are you up?" Vanessa asked and she walked into the room. "Iwanted to see how my boy was feeling today!" she said as she made herway over to his bed with breakfast in hand. "I made you something tostart your day, sonny boy." I'm better, mom. Just feel a little out of it," I said trying to notcry again, since all I can think about was yesterday still."So, are you going to go to school today?" she asked."Yeah. I think I should be fine," I said, even though I really didn'twant to leave the.