My Mother, My Whore (part 5)
After my Father died my Mother turned to me her only son for comfort. Saturday morning drove my Mother and myself over a 100 miles to a city in the next State. I had looked at the map and look up on my laptop to find all the stores I wanted to go to. The journey there started off with both of us being fairly quiet, but after a while my Mother started talking about how much she enjoyed being with me ,by the time were were 10 miles into the journey we were chit chatting about this and that and I said “can I ask you something” and she moved over the seat lent up against my shoulder and kissed my neck and said ” of course you can.” I said ” when Father …