"Remember my warning."
I c****d my head, "Huh?"
Mom moved in until we were in full contact as she whispered, "Wait'll I start drinking."
The music was low, I could hear our bare feet shuffle on the floor. My mother's lithe body tight against mine, Her arms around my neck, her mouth near my ear. I heard her inhale, then speak, changing my world forever.
"You watched them."
"Yes."
"I did too. But it's so wrong."
"Consenting adults, Mom."
"Yes, you said that."
We danced some more. Outside, a Barred Owl gave his cry, 'who, who, who cooks for you.' My mind edited that owl with 'who, who, who f***s for you.'
Mom whispered, "Did you get hard?"
"Yes. Did you get wet?"
"Yes," Mom whispered.
My hands were on the base of Mom's back, over that thin linen robe. A wandering finger discovere
