“Uhm…I dunno…have sex with you?” my weak attempt at a probe with a hint of naiveté. Japanese sex I closed the two-step gap between us in one stride. “Take a drink” Mom commanded. What kind of fucking mother am I?” She said more out of anger than self-evaluation. Mom stepped back…made one wiggle as she pushed her jogging shorts past her hips and then effortlessly kicked them to the side. “Uh…maybe a little…but…I would” my answer was tinged by the smile now spreading across my face. She pulled my shorts down and I stepped out of them at the same time my shirt was thrown across the room. Entering the house as quietly as possible, the first thing I noticed was the big bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen table. Her blond ponytail trailed in her wake.
