Mom

Mom said no way, again and again but I refused to take no for an answer, More

Mom snatched her e-reader out of my hand. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged and flung my hands out to the side. "Nothing, I was just curious about the book you're reading."
She plunked down on the couch, resting her pretty, manicured, bare feet up on the coffee table and showing off her perfect stocking model legs to maximum effect. "Well, I'd prefer you didn't. I leave to go to the rest room for five minutes and you nose around in my things."
"I wasn't nosing in your things. I was just looking at your e-book which you left right there on the couch. What's the big deal? I already know you like to read sex books."
Mom's nostrils flared as she rolled her beautiful, blue eyes. It didn't seem possible but Mom was even more gorgeous when angry. "They're not sex books. They're romance books."
Yes, my mother, who doesn't look a day over twenty-two is three months shy of her thirty-eighth birthday, is gorgeous. At five feet five, weighing 115 pounds, with long, wavy, blonde hair and a Barbie doll figure there's no other way to describe Deena Loy, unless you want to use adjectives like stunning or dazzling.
"They have sex in them," I suggested.
"Sure, I like a good sex scene. Lots of books have sex in them, but that's not the main theme. This book's main theme like the other books I read is romance…erotic romance."