summer stories 3
Yesterday, he’d fucked his mother twice on the same morning – both times using a degree of roughness to heighten his sexual experience. ‘It was her own fault’ he thought. ‘She asked for it’. The first time was just after his mum had left the bathroom. As she’d walked to her bedroom she called out ‘OK’. This was the long established signal used by members of the household that the bathroom was now unoccupied. Yesterday there had only been the two of them in the house. He’d been lying in bed...