It feels really good to be lying close toyou, honey." "Yeah, Mom, it feels good to me too." She sort of laughed and said, "I could tell that." After a...few moments ofsilence, while my cock was twitching uncontrollably in the crack of hernightie-covered ass, she said softly, "It's sort of flattering that myteen-aged son could be aroused by his old fat mother." "You're not old and you're not fat," I said, giving her a firm hug. "Ithink you're beautiful." She actually was 43 and somewhat. Something prevented her from moving, and she brought her right hand up to her chest. Her seat harness was still attached, and she found the emergency release and pushed it firmly.She drifted free of the seat, and immediately bumped against something solid. Planting her good hand, she turned her entire body toward the light source. She was on the flag bridge deck, or at least what was left of it. A few emergency lights glowed from the remains of the bulkheads, while debris drifted everywhere. You make me want to be the best man I can be and the best runner I can be and the best ... the best everything I can be. These past couple of months have been miserable for me ... I mean, I know it doesn’t even begin to compare with what you’ve been going through, but losing you was like having a piece of my soul ripped out, and I didn’t know what I was going to do if it was really over between us. I love you, Lisa. I love you so much it physically hurts sometimes, and I don’t ever want to lose. I think her curiosity got the better of her, then. "How long has it been since you washed this, anyway?" Um," I began, guiltily. "Never?" Never?" she asked, alarmed. "Years?" A look of alarmed disgust, as her eyes flicked involuntarily to the offending object."Jeez, no. Like ... a couple of weeks." Weeks?" she asked. Even more puzzled. "Surely you've been ... longer than that." No. no," I said, realizing her misunderstanding. "I like ... throw one out, and get a new one. Every few weeks."Mom.