He seemed strangely proud of me as he inspected my hair, clothes, make up and ear rings. He then fastened a necklace around my throat and my bracelet ...round my wrist before pronouncing me ‘drop dead gorgeous’ and going downstairs to get my coat and scarf.I took one last look at myself in the mirror and smiled. Not too bad for a women in her fifties, I thought but silently promised myself to spend a lot more time in the gym in future. Then, my heart thumping, I descended to the hallway where my. I still had my jeans on and she felt me hard as a rock through my pants, then slowly bent down and whispered in my ear to get something comfy-er on and she will be right back. She left and I don’t even remember how I managed to get my jeans off and a pair of PJs on so fast. She came back and told me to lay on the bed. She covered my eyes with a pillow and told me that she wanted to do this without me looking. I asked “What are you going to do?” She said “Oh I dunno, how does this feel?” and. Dad softly laughed then said, "You still love eating cum, don't you?"Mom smiled back and softly said, "Always."At that point I slipped away to my bedroom. I laid back on my bed. I just fell in love with my Mom. She was sweet, pretty, fit, funny, could take a good fucking and loved to swallow cum, what was there not to like. I heard sweet goodbyes. A few quick kisses then the front door close. Dad had left. I could hear Mom walking to my room but I didn't care what was going to happen. I was in. This had to be some mistake.Mother gave me a quick hug as she hurried out the door. I perfunctorily carried out her instructions then headed outside. I slid behind the wheel of my Beemer and had started to turn the key when the enormity of Robert’s death hit me. I sobbed uncontrollably, frozen in my seat. I was in no condition to drive. There were at least a dozen people I could call and have a ride in fewer than five minutes. Only one came to mind though.I pulled out my iPhone. “Text.