That is what I wanted more than anything else. That closeness to be felt once more only this time I wanted her to feel my erect cock inside her and fo... my mother to feel that she had created this young man.I knew in my heart that there would never be a time when this subject could be broached easily. I knew that if I was going to do it I would have to be up front with her and try to convince her of what it was that she meant to me. To act on ones desires is easier said than done I can vouch for. .. and she would carry it out.After that, I would remove the worries, pain, sadness, guilty consciences, or anything else from everyone involved from myself to Laura to everyone else who even witnessed this much death and destruction. It was divine justice, righteous judgment, it had been relatively swift and merciful, all things considered, and it didn’t involve an eternity of fire, brimstone, darkness, and worms. I was not a sadist. I didn’t want suffering for its own sake, even if a more. "Thanks," she said and darted inside.Chris closed the door, wondering what had brought her over. He had a brief flashback to a porn movie he'd watched once where the hot neighbor came over for a cup of sugar and ended up getting something far different. When that memory combined with Alyssa, he quickly pushed it away before it caused predictable - and embarrassing - results in the sweats he'd worn to bed."Need something?"Her grin widened a little. "I suppose you could say that. I wanted to. It was going to be a very special night -- candlelight dinner, wine, and the biggest surprise of Ron's life, not necessarily in that order.When I returned home I placed the fresh daffodils in the center of the dining room table, between the two silver candlesticks holding long, blue candles. The yellow flower brightened the room. And then I ran upstairs, throwing my packages on the bed and then placing half a dozen red roses in each vase on the end tables on either side of our king-size.