When I finally calmed down, my hand was sore, he was crying like a little bitch. I turned to his mother. "Some discipline is needed in this house" I s...outed. "Get your butt over here Mrs Olsen " I ordered. She was stunned but obeyed. She removed the silk bathrobe revealing her small perky breasts and the auburn trimmed pubic hair above her nice slit. Her milky white skin and emerald green eyes giving me a hard on. "Bend over my lap" I instructed. I watched as she came to my left then bent over. I began to mouth fuck her as hard as i could treating her mouth as i would later treat her ass and her pussy (thank god she had no gag reflexes). When i was close to cum i placed the ball back in her mouth, i walked back to her pussy. The puddle was now a large wet stain on her bed, her legs glistened with her juices and her pussy was like a mini pool. I knew what she needed, I rubbed my cock against her pussy and slapped her clit with it. The whole time she was silent, but those love taps to. ”“Is it?”He laughs quietly. “It is.” He nods.“Give it time,” I mumble, earning an intent observation from him.“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll pass.” His reverence is weighted. I hold his gaze, hoping my eyes don’t look as glassy as they feel.“Who’s your friend?” I ask to distract the thought. The permanently cheerful teddy beside him could be admiring the view, beady eyes on the gorge.Zack glances at the light brown bear, then at me.“He’s for you, I think,” he says, passing it my way.“Me?” I. Not again."I'm sorry. I'm sorry you were hurt again. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I'm such a bastard."She was still crying. Quietly, like everything else. I could hear more ticking of sleet against the window than I could hear Elizabeth cry in little sighs. I reached out to touch her shoulder."Don't!" She swung away from me, to the window again. After a minute I took the mug to the kitchen because I couldn't stand it.When I came back she wasn't crying. She began.