Jamie looked resentfully at his mother. "We'll stay until the end of the week!" he growled. She had some gall he thought! But he had to give her credit. Her talk had done a lot to calm him down… and she was right… they would all have to somehow survive what had happened yesterday. He could not control the shaking of his hands, and had finally given up trying to eat anything at all. He sensed his wife's anguish as she sat beside him. He had given her a hard time, he knew… he'd left his mother and Ike and run out of the house… screaming. He'd gone straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to his own mother. It felt as though her scent had been burned into him. No amount of washing had gotten rid of it, and he could still smell it, sitting there at the table. His mind had almost succeeded in blocking out the shame he felt… but that scent lingered! It was that mixture of her musky perfume and her sensual sexual odors that kept coming back to him at the most unwanted moments. He realized now, that all his life his mother's smell had haunted him, and now… at last, at least everything was out in the open. Clearly, he had always wanted to do to her what he had done yesterday, when placed in the incredible position of watching his mother being royally screwed by another man, his own sister's husband, he had intervened and taken her himself… brutally true, but with more pleasure than he would have dreamed possible!

Jamie wondered if his father had any idea about what she was capable of! But his searing resentment of his mother and her "modern" ideas was somewhat tempered by what he himself had been "forced" to do… Really, he was hardly any better than she was! He thought back upon his life… his marriage to his wife Susan was practically meaningless, their sex life almost nill… He'd been fucking that little secretary from the office in just about every weird position she could think of… and that was enough satisfaction for him.