After a few minutes she came back out, and didn't appear to have the money."Oh i'm really sorry Steve, but I've got no money on me, i'm really sorry!"... she then said looking a little embarrassed."It's okay, pay me later!" I replied trying to be polite and a good neighbour."No, no. I should pay you, come inside and let me find you some way of paying you!" she said and led me into her house.We stepped into a large living room, and Wendy guided me to a comfy seat."Here have a seat for a moment!". I take another drag as she observes, “He rocks a parental approach though.”“He is loving and stable. Maybe that is why I feel protected.”“You value stability,” she says as she steps closer, “More than you should. You might like taking more risks. I’m glad I seduced you into enjoying the cigarette.”“Me too,” I reply almost whimpering. The word seduced makes me feel out of my depth, uncertain, conflicted. I shouldn’t like where this might be going, but I can’t bring myself to shut it down.Her. She gazes up at her handsome son, pats his cheeks once and ruffles his hair, this last gesture evoking a wince on Peter's part as his carefully engineered hairstyle is disturbed by this display of maternal affection. "I will. And you have fun too. You should go out on a date or something. A pretty lady like you shouldn't be sitting home watching TV." That's very kind of you, Pete, but your mother is an old woman now." No! Forty-five is not old! And anyway, what happened to that guy you went out. Say it, you know you want to.”He grabbed hold of her nipples and was pulling them straight up as Mom screeched. Her tits were sticking straight up about 8 inches from her chest.“Admit it whore. You love men to see your fat tits, don’t you?”Jake started pulling her nipples in opposite direction and her tits were out to the side of her body. “Say it or I will pull your fucking nipples off.”Mom between screams, finally said, “Yes”.“Yes what whore?”He kept hold of her nipples but seemed to let some.