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I did not handle wine very well. I never had. I don't know why but it always hit me hard and fast. I realized this was a big part of the mistake I had made last time. I had let John control the evening. Treated him like an adult. Responded to him like a woman, instead of as his mother. Never again.
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" The Gentleman is only 16 so he will have a coke instead. Please bring me an iced tea, " the waiter nodded and scurried off to do my bidding. John looked as if he had been poleaxed. That's pretty much how the evening went. I was pleasant. We had fun, but I never lost sight of the fact that I was MOM. We did not dance, or drink or squeeze each other's asses. Every attempt that he made at intimacy was immediately squashed. As the evening drew to a close I realized that whaever strange spell that my son had over me, I could fight it. As long as I did not lose control. I was so happy! It was refreshing to start getting our lives back on track. We returned home and John was very quiet.
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