The k** is growing up and the first one he wants to look at is his mother. Where, how, was he watching me, she asked? In the morning when you took you...r shower. I came back because I forgot my money and saw him at the door watching you. Did you ever think that I might be playing with myself? I do that when you tease me before you get out of bed. Again I said, lucky k**. Your impossible, she said. I guess it turned you on knowing our son was watching me in the shower. Sorry, but yes it did. Why. In the end it was worth it to him, for she was stunning in her simple black frock and high heels, earrings and necklace of amber, a gift he’d purchased for her on a trip to Eastern Europe. In the formal dining room the maitre d’ escorted them to a table of linen and crystal. The walls displayed a mural of plantation life, the waitress remembered them from prior sabbaticals. He dined on delectable lamb, she on luscious steak, they shared a bottle of vintage Cabernet decanted by the sommelier at. It’s just that, well, to have Guy there, my son with Joanna, whom I love and not be able to call him son. Do you understand Lena? I’m sorry if I seem a bit maudlin but it is difficult to deal with, having him so close, particularly at this time. It didn’t seem to matter quite so much before but now . . . Oh god I wish he knew,’ he said with such depth of feeling. There wasn’t anything I could do other than hold him but now I became determined that I would try to do something. Oh I knew it was. You even brought your cunt with you."Ron, the oldest of our group said, "Hi Flick. What's going on?" Well, you see I'm horny and need a blow job or two. My guys need the same." Flick..."I interrupted, "Why don't you get Grunge to do it Flick. Isn't your whole gang queer? None of you can fart loud. When you move to women, it's for show."Flick was near my own age but big. He moved quickly too and threw a punch at my face. He was a good street fighter. He missed me though and I hit his noise but.