Immediately I squealed as he drove between my thighs and licked me with his tongue. It was broad and rough and felt amazing.“Oh God Monica, it is so...good” I moaned as I spread my legs as far apart as they would go. Pierre’s tongue worked my pussy and clit and even lapped at my back door. I could feel my orgasm building and all reluctance was gone as I urged him “make me cum boy, make me cum” and as if he understood what I was babbling he pushed me over the edge. I squealed and groaned but I. .. well, everything, but she didn’t have to understand it to do her best to protect Marcie and the kids interests.“Tomorrow morning, 9 AM, at Daggett’s office. We’ll get this handled and you two can go follow your bliss, choke on your own blood, shit and go blind, what-the-fuck-ever.”“Thanks, bitch. See you there.”She had enough money to pay off the rest of the mortgage, barely, without dipping into the Grimes funds.But then what? Marcie was a basketcase, the kids were freaking out... She. Did he realize, even back then, how lonely and needful his old mom was? Things quickly accelerated from that point.My son began to casually be naked in my presence, my eyes naturally following that perfect organ between his legs. Not long after that, he was masturbating within my vicinity - his door open wide, his moans haunting me for days, my sex reacting like it has never done before.What was happening between us shocked me, horrified me. I spent long hours looking at myself in the mirror,. “You guys are such idiots. What are you arguing about?”Well that stopped the argument. They were both immediately hugging me and giving me little kisses and assuring me that I was okay.“I’m not okay. But I do want to know one thing. What’s going on? Why are we all tied together?”The little kisses stopped and there was silence for a second. Then Tara and Liz both said, “That’s two things,” at exactly the same time. That made all of us laugh, even me. Have you ever laughed when you were crying?.