“I take it you were having a good old time with Anne, Mommy Dearest?” I had, minutes before passed our maid’s bedroom, hearing her in the throes of an orgasm, only to have my mother emerge just now. I was feeling cocky, in both senses of the word. My mother had a stunned look on her face and she was taking on a blush, when from nowhere she slapped me in the face. The speed of her action was incredible and I think it was t...