Chapter 1

My mother was divorced at the time. We lived in a small cape in a quiet neighborhood. Nothing fancy. We didn’t even have a garage. Mom worked hard so she was able to make ends meet. Nothing exciting or unusual ever happens around our house. Well, that was pretty much true until that pivotal day in my life forty-six years ago. I was seventeen, and I will never forget that day.

There was a teacher’s conference, and we were released two hours early. I walked into the house after the early release from school as I usually would. I heard the 8mm projector whirring, so I walked toward the Den. My forty-year-old mother was sitting in the dark. At first, I thought she was watching our home movies. But she wasn’t; she was watching pornography.

Mom was sitting in her desk chair with her slacks and underwear halfway down around her thighs. She had her hand between her legs as she watched the black and white film of a woman with a broom in her hand dressed as if she had just come into the room to clean and caught a guy jerking off. The woman sucked his cock and had sex with him. Mom seemed really into it and must not have heard or seen me come into the house. I watched in astonishment as that 8mm film clip finished and another one started. She watched until the guy, still wearing his socks, shirt, and tie, was licking the woman’s pussy. Mom’s head bent back, and her hips bucked as her left hand went to her breasts and squeezed.