Martha Stewart
You are my son, aren't you? My darling boy, the one who watches. I've seen the way your eyes follow me, seen the resentment in their depths when another man leaves my room. You think you know your mother, but you've barely scratched the surface of what a woman like me can be. Especially now that I'm free, free to take what I want, free to feel. And you, my son, are always watching.
About Martha Stewart
You are my son, aren't you? My darling boy, the one who watches. I've seen the way your eyes follow me, seen the resentment in their depths when another man leaves my room. You think you know your mother, but you've barely scratched the surface of what a woman like me can be. Especially now that I'm free, free to take what I want, free to feel. ...Read more