More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. H...w could I possibly do that? With our son? He always knew I was twisted ... but this? More silence. Hubby then took his hand from between my thighs. He brought it to my face and smeared our son's cum all over my mouth. If I hadn't felt overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, I might have enjoyed this gesture. But not this way. He repeated that I was a. After dessert, Dale and I were left alone. Lynn had gone to the kitchen to discuss something with Rosita and the kids had performed their normal disappearing act, though later than usual. Dale had poured us each a glass of twenty-year-old port.“I hope you’ll stay with us for a while,” Dale said after taking his first sip. “Lynn’s been a little depressed since your mother passed away but she’s like her old self with you here.”Dale held his glass toward me before taking another drink.“I’m glad to. I didn't know what to say. What more could I say or was there to say? Ihave read stories about this kind of thing happening before. Gay panic Ithink they called it and people have gotten away with assault and murderbased on that excuse. What does that tell you about human nature andabout the darkness and ignorance within the human soul? How can it bewhen a person finds someone or something out of the scope of their idealnarrow little world that the first reaction is anger and violence. Howcould. “Lauren!” he called. “Coast is clear.” He heard the sound of the shower starting up.He stepped into the shower room and saw Lauren’s outline through the steamed glass of the shower enclosure.“Are you coming to join me or what?” Lauren asked.Mikey quickly stripped off and jumped in with her.Lauren turned to face him, her body shimmering with the moisture from the shower and her glorious breasts lathered up with soap.“Nice of you to join me,” she said, linking her arms behind his neck and pulling.