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Thrice As Nice

Dinkleberry

Published July 4th 2014
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A hot 3 story incest powerhouse collection explores mother/son relations. When a son and mother are in love, life is Thrice as Nice. In, For Your Ears Only, a son discovers his Mom’s true feelings. What Would You Have Done? asks a son who catches hisMoreA hot 3 story incest powerhouse collection explores mother/son relations. When a son and mother are in love, life is Thrice as Nice. In, For Your Ears Only, a son discovers his Mom’s true feelings. What Would You Have Done? asks a son who catches his father cheating. His actions cause everyone to question their own feelings. The Two Mothers, explores how twin sisters differ in handling their sons.EXCERPTThere were two people not happy about today’s events. Before the Judge handed down his sentence, he let my father speak. My father, looking bruised and banged-up, railed how this was a travesty of justice, that he opposed this decision- about how for years I was out-of-control and disobeyed him- and that this leniency would only encourage more of this behavior. He probably would’ve blathered on some more. Except the other unhappy person jumped up, interrupting him.“He’s the one that belongs in hell …he’s the Monster …he’s the Piece of Shit…” Mom began screaming.By then, the Judge was banging his gavel, ordering the court officers to escort my protector out of the courtroom. As a court officer took her by the arm she screamed, “My son’s a hero… He should’ve killed the bastard… My son’s a…” and out the door, she went.I just stood there next to Ms. Plath, who looked mortified. After everything had settled down and my father stormed out, the Judge sentenced me to 30 days. As the court officers went to take me back to the bullpens, Ms. Plath asked, “Any questions?”I asked if she meant, ‘You did the right thing,’ was taking the plea or beating the snot out of my father. With a coy smile she replied, “That’s something you’ll have to figure out.”Later that evening, I was called for a visit. I got there before my visitor because the booth I was assigned was empty. Waiting, I saw her enter through the double set of electronic gates. She had changed clothes and was wearing a snug black tank-top with spaghetti string straps. Silk-screened onto the front, in white creative cursive letters, it boldly shouted, FREE BRAND.She wore form-fitting black jeans that hugged her frame before they dove into black leather boots that had at least four-inch tall gold heels and gold tips. When I stood-up, she ran into my embrace and started crying. Through her sobs, I was able to make out, “Oh, Brand, I’m so sorry…I hope you’re not mad at me.”Getting her to sit down I asked, “What are you talking about?”After she had finished sobbing and wiped her tears away, Mom started her rambling dialogue:“Oh, Brand, you don’t understand how much I love you. I knew I loved you before, I just tried to reject it and tell myself it wasn’t so. Then after what you did for me, I knew you loved me and I couldn’t deny it anymore…” Grabbing my hands, she continued, “…Brand, I luv you… Then hearing that bastard talk about you that way, I couldn’t take it anymore. I know you’ll do anything to protect me, and hearing him say those things, I couldn’t let him say those things about my man, not him, not anyone. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Mom inquired.Having no idea what she was saying, I did the male thing. I shrugged and said, “I understand and I love you, too.”Looking earnestly into my face, Mom pronounced, “I’m gonna do your brains out when you get home.”