“You mean to say…?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her say that one word, with the unwavering look she was giving me, made my heart pound. A sense of guilt crept into me. Black porn I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore, my body seemed to be running on auto-pilot. “He was a good man.”
“He sure was mom,” I said, remembering the kind, gentle old face. I’m putting it on the sink with some of my stuff.”
Through the semi-transparent curtain, I watched her silhouette walk back and forth across the bathroom. Who would have thought that her sweet little boy could be so demanding, uncaring, and rough? You were snuggled up against me and it just happened.”
“Oh god, Oh god!”
“I’m sorry mom,” I said weakly, but a part of me wasn’t sorry at all. It felt as if my life depended on it. More than once I tried to get a glimpse at the intimate areas of her skin. No courtesy or whatsoever restrained me from roughly erupting into my mother’s mouth. Thankfully sleep was still able to find me. With uncertain hands, I slid my boxers down and tossed my t-shirt somewhere.
