My mother, Del, sat next to me on the couch watching a fairly scary movie. I’ve learned that some women hate to have their hair touched, and others like to have it pulled.” And with that, I jerked my hand around in such a way, that I could feel most of her hair cinch more tightly around my fist. Dad was on the road again. “I’m not talking about gently, mom. I now had her hair tightly wrapped around my hand by the time she finished her diatribe regarding my female classmates. “Why do they let me do that, mom? They let me do this.”
The Mezcal and coke were hitting me now very hard. I cannot tell you how amazing it feels to have your balls bottom out against your beautiful mother’s bottom lip. I was son. Did not resist. I now had her hair tightly wrapped around my hand by the time she finished her diatribe regarding my female classmates. I casually raised my hand and took a long lank of her hair in my hand.
