She took his hand saying,
“Come with me Tommy.”
She led him to her bedroom. xnx He’d been the love of her life and she of his; Tom and Ellen, her name was Ellen had married when she was only eighteen; Dad had been twenty-two. “Oh when you call me Mommy you turn my insides to liquid, call me Mommy and make love to me.”
She rolled off me onto her back, she took him with her, he was still in her and he was on top. “Make love to me Tommy, make love to me.”
He slowly began to stroke into her and said, “I love you Mommy.”
“Is it ok Mommy,” he asked. He could see the moisture on her lips. Shortly after her twelfth birthday she’d been lying in bed, not yet asleep, just drowsing, under the sheet.




















