And Carl if I remember you were the one telling this nigger to fuck you. Do you think that when you tell Daddy that his only boy was begging for nigge... cock that he would want you alive. Daddy would kill a nigger loving fag son.” She kissed my head and went arounf the table to kiss Heath whispering something to him. “Well I need to get changed out these clothes. Have fun boys but not too much we don’t want Carl to be late.” With that Mom left the kitchen. Heath looked laughed I admit I was. This is your home. The only places that are off limits without knocking are our bedrooms. Now get your butt in here, grab a cup of coffee and sit with us."Art took a cup from the cart and filled it from an insulated carafe. Bill got up and slid a chair over near the others. Art thanked him and sat to sip his coffee."Well?" Jeff teased with a grin, but Art didn't know Jeff well enough to even realize that he was teasing."Uh?" Art responded. "I don't..." Then it dawned on him what the grin was. He couldn't remember when arousal had taken him so quickly. He felt himself almost instantly growing hard with long denied desire. It was as if she could taste that hunger in his mouth, her own response heated and eager. Her parted lips welcomed his tongue into the hot recesses, to be met by her own, caressing, stroking, suckling. Lianne moaned with pleasure as his hands traveled down her back, cupping her bottom and drawing her more closely to him. She gasped against his mouth as she felt his. "An hour later, Rachel finds them in the some position. "Who died?"Still somber, "Our son." What?" Jeff." I see," as Rachel sees Jeff barely breathing.After dinner, that Jeff did not come for, he walks slowly to Rachel, "I love you, Mom." I love you, Jeff. I'm worried about you." Sit with me in the big recliner." That's Sean's seat, but sure."After another hour of lifelessness, "Mom, I need to tell you something." OK, young man." I don't feel like a man anymore." I see."Bursting into tears,.