“Uhuh not like that.”“Suck my cock please Mommy.”The next moment, his cock was down her throat as she gagged on him, salivating on his thick s...aft, rubbing it with her tongue. Her hands cradled his thick balls and massaged them, coaxing the cum out of them. She came up for a breath for a second before plunging herself back on his meaty pole. While one of her weighed his ball. Her other hand snaked into her skirt and was frigging her pussy as she gave head to her son.She knew her son wouldn’t. He was killed instantly. I was totally distraught, and for months had to undergo psychiatric treatment. People say, ‘Time heals,’ and no doubt, this is true, but scars remain. There was a large financial compensation payment for Roy’s accident, but money did not alleviate my grief. At the age of twenty-three, I was a childless widow. I heard people whispering, ‘She’s a good looking girl, she’ll soon get someone else,’ but I didn’t want ‘someone else.’ I wanted what I could not have, Roy and my. He also felt his cock stiffen some. Chris always enjoyed catching glimpses of his sister when she was in the shower or getting dressed in her room. In fact, he always looked forward to being behind Amanda when she went up into the barn loft. Amanda always knew her brother liked catching glimpses of her. She always left her door cracked open, and she always made sure she was the first one up the ladder to the barn loft when they would go up and hang out. Whenever she noticed him starting at her. “Amanda, what just happened?” I said.Amanda looked back at me with a big smile on her face.“The master returned.” She said softly and hugged me.EpilogueHaylie was staring at me like a lost puppy from across the limousine. I laughed at her.“Relax, silly.” I said and reached for her hand.“Cassie, this is crazy, this car, all of this. What is this?” My friend said.“Well, this is my friend Beatrice, and this is her car. That man driving is my friend Frankie and you and I are going for a.