While Carla’s house was a temporary safe haven, my mother eventually insisted that I return home. It was a solent ride back and her mother reminded me again that I could come or call without notice.

I took a deep breath and walked in the front door at home. Havlf expecting my mother was still sulking or hiding in her bedroom. But there she was sitting waiting for me, a glass of wine in her hand, and something she rarely did….smoking a cigarette. I was also surprised that she seemed to be wearing only a long satin robe that showed a fair amount of cleavage and a whole lot of leg. My heart raced from both desire and terror. She told me to have a seat. She just looked at me with a look that could have been seduction or castration. I was unable to stop the desire. She decided to play dirty or pick a fight. Asked/said s***** things. If i was f****** my little s***. Or her mother since mothers were my taste. I grew wary and weary of it quickly. Perhaps the support from Carla and her mother had given me that. After answering each s***** question with a simlle no, I told her i was too tired of all of this to fight with her and was going to my room. But she was still in the mood to draw blood and said i was probably just going to j******* about her while thinking about r***** her again. Then she said I had probably been jerking off the whole time she was gone. I managed to say out loud that I had not even thought about doing it and that what I did was against her rules but i did not violate her in the shower that she invited me to and chose to m********* in my arms, that all i did was kiss her and put her hand on me because i wanted her to c** and could see she needed to. I just left and went to my room after that. After a while she showed up in my doorway, I had left it open because I did not want to be accused of closing the door to m*********, and she asked if she could come in and talk honestly with each other because what I said was true and that she wanted us to be able to get past all this.