She was quiet for a full minute that seemed like an hour, a troubled look on her face as she chewed at her lower lip. She glanced at me for a second and then looked away again, "You're right, I have thought about it Ryan. Actually I've thought a lot about it since the other night."
"And?"
"And, because I love you and realize how badly you want to be with me that way I'm actually a little flattered, but mainly the idea just scares me, scares the hell out of me."
"Why?" She looked at me, her face now showing anger, "Why? Because you're my son. I gave birth to you. Your whole body came head first out of that hole between my legs that you seem so eager to climb back into."
"You make it sound ugly mom, I only want to make love to you."
"And what does that mean Ryan? What happens when you m
