Chapter 6
When Saturday night came, Margaret was weeping as Bill left home.
"Now what are you crying about?" he demanded.
"Us," she said, "we're on the rocks."
"You're on the rocks," he said, "not me. I'm happy. Mom."
"Sure," she said, "you're happy because you're spiteful and vengeful. You've destroyed something we had going for us."
Just then his father stepped into the living room.
"You didn't even bother to knock," she said. "You don't belong here anymore."
"Why are you crying, Margaret?" the man asked his wife.
"Because," she said, "our son is going out with that slut at school."
"Nancy is no slut," Bill said angrily. "You're just jealous."
"Jealous?" his father asked suspiciously.
Vividly the words of his attorney came to his mind, and suddenly he saw a way out of his dilemma. If he could discover, that in reality Margaret was making all this fuss then he knew he would be home free.
"Of course I'm jealous," she said, "I'm left alone. I'm happy if he could have a good time always, but I'm jealous of the happiness I can't have because of you."
Glen didn't completely buy this.
"You know I'd like to talk to you, Margaret, after he goes," he said.
Instantly Bill caught on. He could tell his father was suspicious and having detected this, he decided that he would beat it as fast as he could. He was too ashamed to look him in the eye.
"Well I'll be going now," he said, "It's good to see you again, Dad."
"Yes, son," he smiled, "it's good to see you again."
Before he got out the door, he called after him, "Have a good time."
"I will," he said. "The girl is spectacular."
"Just be careful," he said. "I don't want you getting any chick pregnant."
"I won't," he assured him.
When he had gone, Glen sat on the sofa and looked at his wife evenly.
"You know, Margaret," he said, "I was speaking with my attorney about us, and he thought that it was very strange that all of a sudden you wanted a divorce."
"What do you mean strange?" she demanded. "Isn't it about time I had a change?"
"We went along like this for years," he reminded her. "I came home late, I drank and I played around with other women, arid you didn't make a big fuss. Now, all of a sudden you are furious. What happened, Margaret?"
"None of your business," she said. "It is absolutely none of your business."
"Well I'm afraid it is," he said. "When I have to pay alimony, that's my business, and it could be big business stretched out over a period of twenty years or more."
"Oh you're afraid to pay the price for what you've done," she said quickly. "I understand. It's perfectly clear to me that I will not be softened by your dirty inuendos."
"You're pretty cagey," he said, "a lot cagier than I suspected." "Now don't try any tricks on me," Margaret said, "because I'm not falling for them anymore. I've had it up to here."
"So have I," he said, "and I'm sick and tired of what I have been through."
The two of them listened and finally a point was being macle.
"I'm going to fight you at that divorce trial," he said, "and fight you all the way. I'm going to find out what made you all of a sudden decide to want a divorce."
"Well I'm prepared to fight you," she said. "I didn't figure it would be easy. You never have been an easy man to deal with."
"Actually I was too easy on you," he reflected. "I let you wear the pants, and you wanted to wear the pants long before women's lib ever got going."
"Now what do you mean?" she said nervously.
"You boss me," he reminded her. "Time and again when you wanted something you got it. It didn't make any difference whether I could afford it or not. Your desire was my command, and I didn't appreciate living like that. You kept me broke most of the time."
"That's too bad," she said, "and what about all the money that went out of our household on your drinks and your dames?"
"There wasn't much left when you got through," he insisted.
"That's a big farce," she said. "You never gave me an honest accounting of what you earned. I was forever finding money in your pocket that you couldn't have if you were telling me the truth of how much you made."
"I didn't dare tell you the truth of what I made," he said, "or you would have spent it."
Margaret knew she was fighting for her life. If her husband ever could connect her with doing something with their son, she knew that her goose was cooked in court and her reputation would be so smeared she would be ruined everywhere.
"I suppose it gives you a warped pleasure to come in here and find us in a little tangle," she said.
"I am not just thinking of this tangle," he said, "I'm putting it all together. I remember very well when you two were having breakfast. Both times your hand was over his and his hand was on your hand. It was very sentimental, very motherly affection, and all of that crap."
"You are despicable," she said angrily, "for you to infer that there was anything wrong with that beautiful relationship of mother and son that we have, is disgusting."
"I'm suggesting that, Margaret," he said, "and I just thought I'd put you wise."
"You are trying to get out of your responsibilities," she said, "I understand, and I feel sorry for you. You must feel miserable inside. We had a beautiful marriage and you destroyed it all."
"Did I?" he demanded.
"You certainly did," she said. "I was the devoted wife. I was forever taking care of everything for you, and you never appreciated me."
"That's a big lie," he said, "and you know it. I was always showing you affection and kindness, that was, until you tried to be boss. I couldn't stomach that. I'm sorry."
"Well you should be," she said. "You should be sorry."
Glen got to his feet and walked away from her.
"Take it easy, dear wife," he said. "And I'll catch you later."
She didn't answer. The double entendre comment got to her. She knew what he was saying and it sickened her.
When he had gone, she had time to think. And as she thought, she became more uptight. She could see that she had created a web for herself, a web that she was spinning toward her own self-destruction. This very moment she imagined her son feeling of the girl, he was taking out, and picturing him in her imagination caused her such torture that she was climbing the walls. The only release that she could get from the torment that she felt was to take a drink and she didn't hesitate to do this.
She went into the kitchen and got a bottle. Bringing it to her lips she poured it. As it tickled down her throat, she felt relief slipping over her, then with exultation she decided she would continue her life as she had led it and not change. She had made her course and nothing was going to stop her from going where she was going.
In the meantime her young son was having a ball at the drive-in movie. Nancy was proving to be a delightful date. As they drove into the theater she felt his hand affectionately.
"It's so nice to be with a fellow you can trust," she told him. "I've been looking for someone like you for such a long time."
"You can sure trust me," he said, "you can trust me to take good care of you."
He said it affectionately and once they were in the theater his arm went around her.
"I want to protect you, from some of the studs that are at school," he said. "They'd want to get fresh with you right off the bat."
"Oh I'm so glad that I can have a platonic relationship with someone like you," she said.
"Platonic?" he asked. "What's thatr
"Why don't you know?" she smiled. "Platonic means one where there is no sex."
"Oh," he gulped. "Yes."
That grabbed him by the balls. He watched the horror movie-and tried to use every device he could to get closer to her without letting on how hot he was for sex with her. It was rather difficult but when one finger touched her bosom, she pushed it aside.
"Naughty, naughty," she smiled at him.
"Oh I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I got carried away with the picture."
"Well I'll remind you, so we'll keep our distance, I promised Mother and Dad I'd be a good girl."
"Well sure," he said, "I wouldn't want you to do anything bad."
"I know you wouldn't," she said. "I trust you completely."
Saying that, he realized how foolish she was. Yet somehow he had to help her. As the picture progressed, he told her, "You don't know what it means to meet a nice girl like you. Going to that school can be dangerous. There are guys there who would try all sorts of things on you."
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well I hate to even say it," he said. "But some of those guys would like to finger you."
"Finger me?" she asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well like this," Bill explained. His hands slid under her mini skirt, then he felt of her panties. They were moist which was the sign he was hoping for.
"They would slip their finger right under your panties like this," he explained.
Instantly she felt his hands down there and got excited. When he slid a finger into her pussy, she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles.
"That's bad, isn't it?" she asked him.
"That's real bad," he said.
"Why does it feel so good if it's so bad?" she demanded.
"Well that's the bad part," he said, "it feels good."
"I'm getting confused," she said.
"Well most people are," he said. "That's what makes life so rotten. The bad things feel good."
"Well I don't mind you doing it," she said, "especially when you're sort of educating me."
"That's good," he said, "because I figure this is an education."
"Of course it is," she said.
"Oh, it's good education," she said, as he slammed it into her.
"There's another thing bad boys like to do," he said.
"What's that?"she asked innocently, her blue eyes looking up at him.
"Well they do something I'd better explain," he said, "by doing."
He got in front of her and pulled her panties down. Then he pressed his face against her.
"They like to do this," he explained.
"Oh that's good," she said.
"But they say it's bad," he said.
"I wonder why?" she said. "For when your tongue licks there, it's the best thing Fve had since the dog."
"You've been doing it with the dog?" he demanded.
"Yes," she admitted, "I've been doing it with the dog."
"That's bad," he said.
"But it felt so good" she said.
"Just don't worry about it now," he said, "I'll lick you there and you see what happens."
"I know what happens," she smiled.
He continued licking and he stabbed away inside her.
"Oh I love that," she cried excitedly. "That's beautiful. Keep it up, baby."
He kept it up alright, and now she was shaking.
"Eat my pussy," she cried enthusiastically. "That's what I like, oh yes, eat it."
The sensations continued. She was wiggling now so much he could hardly keep her quiet.
"Eat it," she begged, "eat it baby."
Suddenly she gushed. He lapped away at the delicious substance.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, "what a pussy."
Now he was dying to have her do him.
"I want you to have me now," he smiled.
"Oh I could never do a thing like that," she said.
"That's what you think," he urged her. "Come on, baby, you'd be surprised what you can do."
He slid his finger down and pulled out his penis. He reached for her hand and placed it on his male member.
"How about that?' he smiled.
"Oh you're a bad boy," she said. "I shouldn't be touching you."
"But I want to," he insisted. "Please baby, let me.
Suddenly she was enjoying it. He ran his hand over hers and she was slowly sliding it back and forth.
"Just like that," he told her. "Easy does it." As he moved his hand back and forth, she became more excited every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "keep it up." She kept it up until he couldn't stand it any- more.
"That's it," he panted, "faster, faster."
She continued doing it, and then he told her with a smile on his face, "I'd really like it if you'd eat it."
"Put my mouth on that big thing?" she said, pulling away.
"It won't hurt you," he said.
"It looks like a big snake," she exclaimed.
"Get down there, baby," he smiled. "Go on."
Shyly Nancy bent over and as he saw the honey haired blonde bending over his rod, he got hotter and hotter.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "gobble it."
Slowly she let her pink tongue lick the crown of his quivering cock.
"Keep it up," he told her, "that's beautiful."
The pleasure was gaining in momentum every moment. He loved it.
"Keep it up," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Keep going, baby."
The intense delight that he felt at this moment continued and as she plunged her mouth over his penis, he stabbed it to the back of her throat.
"You're choking me," she cried as she pulled off him.
"No I wasn't," he said, "I was just giving you a little throat fuck."
"Well I just want it in my mouth," she said. "I don't want you slamming that big old thing down my throat, I could hardly breathe."
"You'll get used to it," he explained. "You'll breathe through your nose."
"Well I don't know," Nancy objected.
"Come on, honey," he said, "my balls are itching."
She looked at his balls and then he got an idea. If she would lick them for a while, maybe he could work up to the other.
"Those balls are loaded with hot cream for you, baby," he explained. "Now you get down there honey, and lick."
She got her face even with his testicles even once more and began lashing away with her tongue at his testicles.
"Oh I like that," he said, "that feels fantastic. Come on, baby."
He was really turned on now and so was she. As her mouth worked over his balls, she began wondering what was in them. She was curious to know what his ball juice would taste like. She wondered what her pussy juice tasted like to him. All of these curious thoughts propelled her tongue to continue lashing at his testicles.
"Lick up the underside of my cock," he commanded.
She let her tongue lash up the underside of his penis, then when she was right over the head of it, he grabbed her head and shoved her down hard.
"Now that's it, baby," he said, "take it, every inch of it."
He stabbed away, viciously now as she did for him.
"Clamp your lips on tight, baby," he explained, "that's the right way to do it. There's a wrong way and a right way."
She found that she could build up pressure and consequently a suction in her mouth if she held on with her lips tightly. The action continued until he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is too much."
The pleasure was building now and the anticipation of what his cream would taste like propelled her mouth to continue working over his penis.
"You're going to love what I've got in those balls for you, baby," he told her. "Yes baby it's thick, it's nice white cream. Hot, honey."
That made her work all the more for it. Feverishly, she let her mouth slide up and down the length of his shaft. She tickled the balls with her fingertips, and this ignited him all the more.
"Gobble it, baby," he told her, "take it all in. Oh yes, come on, baby, that's what I want, now you're doing it, faster, honey, faster, go to it." She kept her mouth moving every moment. "Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. All the way, baby, take it, baby."
As she vigorously worked her mouth over him, she continued playing with his balls. He spread his legs, and threw his head back.
"Eat," he cried passionately, "eat it, baby, eat that cock, that's what I've got for you, baby, come on, eat it!"
Suddenly the white cream erupted. Her mouth was splashed with his sperm as Bill came.
"Oh," he groaned in delight, "get it. Get every drop of it, baby."
She gladly took him all in. She could never believe that she could do it until it was happening. Then suddenly it didn't matter. All she wanted was his cock cream and gladly, greedily, she gobbled it for him. Finally she released it. As she saw his penis flip in front of her face, she smiled.
"That wasn't half bad, honey," she said.
"Wait till I get you in the back seat," he said, "I'm going to stab this cock in your pussy."
"Now how you talk," she said. "We can't do it."
"Maybe you can't honey," he said, "but I sure can. I'm still hot. I'm good for a second round."
"Oh Bill," she said, "I feel so guilty. You don't know what my Daddy would say if he saw me now."
"Don't worry about your Daddy, honey," he said. "You're too old for that kind of stuff."
"Daddy wouldn't like it at all," she assured him.
"You're old enough now," he said. "Let's get in the back seat."
"Let's think it over," she smiled.
"We can think about it later," he said, "but right now let's fuck."
Strangely, his words had a hypnotic effect on her. Even though she knew she should resist him, she decided she was going to join him in the back seat. She spread out in the back seat, and as he stabbed his huge cock into her, her vagina muscles gripped it.
"That's it," he told her, "hang in there."
It felt fantastic to her, and she was delighted and excited as he continued stabbing in there.
"Fuck it," he cried passionately. "Grab my ass honey while I'm fucking you."
It was a strange thing for her to put her hands on a boy's behind. But if that was what Bill wanted her to do, she decided that was the thing that was appropriate to do, and once she placed her hot hands on his asscheeks, she moved them up his backside.
"Oh I love that," he told her, "that feels juicy."
The excitement and the pleasure continued. Finally, when he knew he couldn't stand it anymore, he told her, "Lay off, relax. I don't want to get my gun off quite yet."
She lay there and relaxed as he said to, then he thrust in slow movements.
"Oh baby," he smiled, as his hands ravaged her breasts. "What a gorgeous blonde piece of ass you are."
"JDon't talk about me that way," she said, as tears misted her eyes.
"That's the best compliment a guy could pay you," he said, "you're a great grind."
"Is that all I am to you?" she said, as she refused to grip his penis in her pussy.
"You're a lot more, honey," he said. "I sure am full of passion, and I'm dying to fuck you but baby you mean a tremendous amount to me, and don't you ever forget it."
As he looked into her blue eyes and saw the innocence and goodness flashing forth, it made him all the more hot to get his rocks off.
"I'm going to fuck you now, baby," he whispered eagerly. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Now with his hands on her breasts he thrust vigorously. To his vigorous thrusts she replied with pelvis movements. Grinding her hips around and pushing her pelvis up to meet his advancing cock stabs, she was bringing him closer to a scorching climax.
"If we do it just right, honey, we'll make it together."
"That would be beautiful," she cried. "I'd love that."
"Sure you would," he smiled, "and so would I."
He kept pumping it into her and suddenly she felt herself cumming. The added lubrication made him stab his penis faster. In perpetual piston thrusts he got his gun off.
"I'm cumming," he cried passionately, "I made it, baby, all the way. Oh baby, you're too much. I fucked you."
The penis exploded in her vagina and she groaned in delight.
"Oh baby," she moaned excitedly, "what a fuck off!"
The passionate pleasure they had enjoyed together had brought them to a beautiful moment.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Yes, baby, yes."
He continued thrusting while her hot hands gripped his asscheeks. She grabbed them tightly now as she wanted him to press in harder, harder. Every inch of his cock was swallowed up in her grabbing vagina.
"You're tremendous," he gasped, "you have no idea what you did for me tonight, baby."
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together was not minimized for one moment by her innocence. It was magnified if anything.
"I guess I wasn't too good at it," she said, as she slid her panties back on.
"Honey," he said, "you're just the kind of girl I like to fuck. I don't go for those dames who do it with everybody. When they've had heavy traffic, I don't care for them."
"I'm so glad you said that," she said, "because I was developing an inferiority complex."
"What over?" he said. "You've got no reason to feel inferior."
"Oh yes I do," she said, "I haven't had all the experience that those girls at school have."
"That's too bad, baby," he said, "it really is."
As he looked at her, he got hotter for more action.
"You know, baby," she smiled, "I really have had a lovely time tonight."
"So have I," he said. "But don't rap about it with anybody else."
"Don't worry," she said, "this is just between you and me. It's real personal."
"You bet it is," he assured her.
Now they leaned back and enjoyed the movie. As she rested her blonde head on his chest,, he felt more like a man than he had ever felt before, and he was grateful that she had ever come to his school.
"I'll bet your Mom would have a fit if she knew what was going on," she giggled.
"She sure would," he agreed.
Little did she know how much of a fit she would have, he thought to himself.
And never would she know, he also thought.
It bothered him the moment she mentioned Mom. For that resurrected an awful syndrome that he was much better off forgetting. He realized how low she would sink if ever she knew that he was to all intents and purposes a common motherfucker. He threw that thought out of his mind, saying it wouldn't help him if he thought of it. Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking of the truth.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" she asked.
"You and me, baby," he said, determined not to reveal anything that was troubling him.
"But you look so sad, honey," she said.
"Do I?" he asked her.
"Yes baby," she said. "Awfully sad."
"Well don't worry about it," he said nervously.
"But we want to reveal everything," she said, "everything that we feel."
"Sometimes," he said sadly, "it's better not to say what you're thinking."
"I know what you're thinking," she said quickly.
Guilt flashed through him in waves. He wondered if it was written all over his face what he was.
"What am I thinking?" he asked eagerly.
"You've got a guilty conscience about something," she said.
"Do I?" he asked.
"Sure you do," she said. "I can see that. It's simple enough."
"Why?" he asked, wondering if she had ESP.
"How should I know?" she said. "But I have a hunch."
"What's your hunch, baby?" he asked.
"I feel you are uptight because you've got another girl. And you're going to have to tell her it's all over between you and her. Right?"
"Almost right," he said.
"Almost right?" she asked. "That's not an answer, that's an evasion."
Bill knew that worst of all he was trying to evade the truth himself and this is what tormented him, tortured him.
"I know what your problem is," she said.
"Tell me," he smiled, "what is my problem?"
"Your problem, baby," she smiled, "is that you are afraid to face the truth."
"Maybe I am," he admitted.
"Tell me, is she a pretty girl?" she asked him.
"She's attractive," he admitted.
"She lives close to you?" she asked.
"Too close for comfort," he said, "and honey I don't care to be given some inquisition. We're not married or anything yet."
"No," she said, "but we're practically going steady. When we've had sex like we've had it, it means something, doesn't it?"
"Yes," he admitted, "it must. It means we really connect."
"You bet we do, honey," she said, "and not many people connect like that."
"Well not that quickly anyway," he admitted.
"Honey," she smiled, "I feel very strongly about this. If you were fair at all you would really reveal to me who you are so crazy about. Of course that's all past history." J
"Right," he said, "that's the past. This is the present. Let's forget the past and live in the present."
When the movie was over, they drove out. A parking lot attendant stopped them.
"Next time you two come in here," he said, "I don't want you using the place as a motel. If you're going to use it to fuck, we've got to charge you more."
"What do you mean?" he asked angrily.
"Well we have parking spaces for fuckers, with room between the cars," he explained, "and that costs more. We don't want the place to get a bad name, if you know what I mean."
"Oh that's groovy," he said, "I didn't know that you had that policy."
"Well we had to have it," he said, "there was so much action going on that a lot of the older people were complaining. They said a lot of sex maniacs were carrying on at our place. Of course we knew it was just the high school kids making out in their usual way."
"Great,", he said, "I'll keep in mind what you say. What's the password, buddy?"
"When you come in," he said, "ask for the reserved spaces."
"Got you," he said.
As he drove home, he was happy. The music was playing on the radio softly and the honey haired blonde was sitting closely.
"Nancy," he said, "do you like strawberry mint ice cream?"
"I sure do," she said.
"Nancy," he asked, "do you like swimming and rock records?"
"I love them," she said. "I really do. In summertime I'm a beach girl."
"I'm a beach boy in summertime," he said. "I love it. I love to go surfing too."
"And scuba diving?" she asked. "That's what my brother Dale does."
"Yes, I love scuba diving too," he smiled.
"We've got enough in common to almost go steady now, haven't we?" she asked eagerly.
"You sure are anxious to go steady, Nancy," he said. "What's the big rush?"
"Well I'll tell you why," she explained. "A pretty girl like me has so many opportunities that she has to get a regular guy. Otherwise, the fellows give her a tough time and the girls are jealous because they're afraid she will be taking their boyfriends away. My life will be hell on earth if I don't get a steady quick."
"Well get ready baby, because I'm going to ask you to go steady."
"Oh I thought you'd never ask," Nancy said happily. "Oh that's nice."
"I think it is," he said, feeling very much like an older man.
"We should have some little sign so others will know," she said. "Should it be one of those friend- ship rings or a nice little wrist watch or a pretty pin?"
"I don't have any money for any of those things," he said.
"Well I have a nice friendship ring left over from my last love," she said, "and that was back up in Michigan, so no one would know out here that it is the same friendship ring Freddie gave me."
"Did Freddie fuck you?" he asked quickly
"Do you want the truth?" she demanded.
"Yes," he said.
"Yes," she said, "Freddie fucked me. He was good at it too. But not half as good as you. He was a cop. He never used his mouth on my pussy."
"He was no good if he wasn't a pussy man too," Bill told her. "That's the test of a real lover, how he uses his tongue."
"Well you passed that test with flying colors," she told him, "we really had a good time, didn't we?"
"We sure did," he agreed.
After he had deposited Nancy at her place and taken the car back to his buddy Allan's place, Allan asked him eagerly, "Did you fuck her?"
"Couldn't get to first base," he said, "but I've got to go steady."
"I don't believeyou," Allan said. "Well I can't help that," Bill sa; quickly. "I sure can't help if you don't want to believe the truth. I'm going steady with that chick and eventually I'm going to get into her pants. But I can't offer her pussy to you now. Maybe never."
"What do you mean?" Allan said, jumping up and down.
"I mean I love her," he said. "But what has love got to do with letting me fuck her?" Allan demanded.
"Well when you love somebody," he said, "you don't let another person fuck her."
"Who says so?" Allan said, paying no attention to what he had to say.
"I say so, buddy," he said, "and what I say goes. Do you like it?"
"No," he said, "I don't like it."
"Well you can just lump it," Bill said angrily.
"Fuck you," Allan said, "some friend. So I give you my car and now you impress her. So she wants to go steady with you. The prettiest girl in high school. You burn the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry," he said, "but that's the way I look at it."
"You're not sorry at all," he said, "you're a two-timing, double-crossing fuck-up." "You'd better not talk that way to me, buddy boy," he said, "I've had some karate."
"Well I'm not afraid of your karate chops," he said. "Now get the hell out of my place. You used my car and you apparently had her yourself and now you want to keep her selfishly. To hell with you. I'll get into her pants yet."
"If you do, buddy, I'm warning you, you'll be sorry."
He walked away from him and as he looked back he saw Allan giving him the finger. He paid no attention and walked down the street to his home.
When he got home all of the lights were out. He thought he was home safe. However, he realized he had not lucked out when he stripped and got in bed, for one moment after he had gotten into bed between the sheets, his mother stepped into the room totally nude.
"Bill baby," she said softly, "are you here?"
"Sure I am," he said, "who do you think walked in the door? The boogey man?"
She paid no attention to his sarcasm but went over and slipped between the sheets with him.
"Oh Bill honey," she said, "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"So have I," he told her, "and I've been thinking how stupid it is for me to trust you."
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"I trusted you with my body. I trusted you to have sex with me, but I figured that you were trustworthy enough not to expect it all the time."
"You love me, don't you?" she cut in quickly.
"I love you like any son loves his mother," he said.
"And I love you like any mother loves her son," she said confidentially. "Maybe too much."
"That's what I worry about," he said. "The too much part. It's alright to have affection and feeling for your son, but it's wrong, Mom, when you get horny for him."
She slid in between the sheets with him and lay there quietly.
"What did you do to that girl?" she demanded.
"None of your fucking business," he said angrily.