Oh God Tim, Im so sorry . Thats ok mom. I answered. She must have picked up something in my voice because the next thing I knew she had a hand on my a...rm. Timmy … honey…, are…you going to be ok? Ya… I will mom…, you a… just…kind of.., uh…, hurt my pinus…, and my nuts mom. I thought she was going to come apart. She was at me, hugging me and begging my forgiveness like I have never seen my mother before. I struggled to get my arms free to hold her … finally after nearly a minute of mom crying and. Marjorie laughed and joined us, stripping off layers of her clothing to get down to where we were.Not long after that I tried to make love to two women at the same time in my bed. I was modestly successful, and they told me I was Mr. Wonderful and that I far exceeded their expectations. Somehow, I had three orgasms before we went to sleep, and I doled out a dozen others.The three of us slept nude with me in the middle. We were each very satisfied lovers.Marjorie sat at the kitchen counter. " I'm not responsible--I'm boring and sad. I also have, like, the worst luck ever. Everyone I love dies or goes away. The first guy I slept with, it turned me into frickin' GigantiDawnicus. And now this is my first-time smoking pot, so if my luck holds I expect it to kill off every single one of my brain cells within the next ten minutes. So, whatever you came looking to tell me, hurry up while I can still understand it." No, I was just out for a walk. I needed to get out of there for a while.. If we managed to get someone to visit, they would be the first ones to be seen. I stayed up to the wee hours of the morning that night getting a basic website up and running. It was noon before I got up. Mom was working in her studio. I made myself a cup of coffee and wandered out there, standing in the doorway for several minutes before she became aware of me. She paused to review her progress, picking up a glass of wine to sip as she eyed it critically. Putting the glass down, Mom arched her.