“Awfully quiet.” Mom said as we drove down ninety five, heading for downtown and the Biltmore.
“Yeah.” I shrugged, “I really don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t blame you, not exactly a normal topic of conversation.”
I looked over at her and for the tenth time since she had come downstairs from getting dressed after breakfast, wondered what she was wearing. Despite it being a mild day, Mom was wearing a long black dress coat that only left her legs visible from the knees down, revealing white stockings and a pair of plain red flat shoes. Mom had a bag next to her and I figured it contained shoes more suitable to the occasion.
“You can say that again.” I said softly as I looked out the window, watching the traffic.
My stomach was in knots and two thoughts kept running through my mind. The first was I was a half hour away from having sex with my mother. The second was I had to admit if it did not involve my uncle watching I wasn’t sure I minded the first part. I’d stayed awake for a long time last night, holding my mother close and at times thinking how amazing she felt, how nice it was to hold her so sweetly.