. I mean Kay's guardian, Heather." Ah yes, Heather Johnson, the fashion designer. You told me you worked for her."But you never said you went by the n...ame Cecile."The priestess blushed slightly. "It is complicated, but yes, I was known as Cecile back then."The mayor switched her attention to Kay. "And you were called Katie." Katie is my real name. When I left home, to start my career, I used my initial, K, for my name. I didn't like Kate or Katherine, and Katie didn't sound professional. People. He has one of her bikini photos as his screensaver on the computer. I had to poke him in church last week when he kept staring at her boobs during the service. THEN, last night when he was fucking me, he called me Tammy!”“You’re k**ding!” I said, my mouth hanging open. If there as one thing my father NEVER did, and that was put anyone before my mother when it came to sex, not even me.“No, I’m dead serious,” she said in a low voice, “He’s NEVER done anything like that before. Hell, he never even. Wantonly and lustfully, as if this was meant to be and she was playing a character in a porn movie, she willingly opened her mouth and took him inside. * * * * * So, again, especially mother and son stories, why do I write erotica? As best as I can figure, I write erotica because I’m a survivor of incest. Moreover, I was bitten by a vampire. ‘Whew! There I said it. That’s big load off my busty chest. I feel better now.’ Especially in my case, being that I can only write what I know, just as it. "She had no way to see, and, therefore, to know, that Allan had brought a cola bottle from the kitchen. He savagely pushed it into her rear, completely ignoring her screams, pushing harder and harder, burying it deeper and deeper until he felt her fall limply into unconsciousness. Only then did he walk away leaving the bottle protruding obscenely from his wife's anus.Never again had there been even the semblance of family life. When she had tried repeatedly to talk with Allan, explain her side,.