What attracted my attention was a black device around his right ankle, it was an electronic tag, used to monitor those being kept under a control orde....Jeff didn't tell me about that, what the fuck this idiot did?That day was going from bad to worse. I kept looking at him, he was sitting on the grass, still chatting shit, then I reached out and removed the Chelsea cap, so I could get a proper look at him. When I did so, he suddenly stopped talking, staring at me through bleary, unfocused brown. She had gone to the best college and yet again out-performed most of her peers. She had even dated the ‘right’ man, from the best family. And when Nana needed her, she had given up her job and apartment to come rushing home. She had lived her twenty-six years…all of her life so far…to please others. Jackson Greywolf was what she wanted. Feeling alive like this, like she never had…that was what she wanted. She picked up the dress and held it against her as she danced over to the old-fashioned. We went into the room. The room was speck clean with no windows and ac running to make it all the more pleasant. I asked her to lie on the floor and started to give her stretching. I came down till her thighs and she asked me to go down a bit. I was almost near her buttocks with my right hand almost near her pussy. I stretched her left leg and asked me put my hand between her pubic region and one on thigh and press it. I did what she told me. I then asked her to spread her other leg and gave. I hate these bad storms. Why don't you come to my room and we can sleep in my bed until it passes," I suggested, not thinking anything about it. That was what a mother was suppose to do, right? Comfort her son in times like this."You don't mind?" he asked."Of course not. Why should I mind? You are my son now and I would love to have you for company tonight while the storms are here. Once they move out, you can come back to your room," I said, "Anyway, my bed is so big and empty without your.