“Who are you?” he asks.“Nana. Your mother.”He pauses, his eyes wide. “My mother,” he tastes, wondering at the foreignness of it. He should...know his mother, but he doesn’t.“I ... have just become immortal?” he asks her.“Yes.”“Then ... how could you be sure.”“Your strength. And more importantly, your taste.”“My taste?”“Your ... semen tastes magical.”“What does that mean?”“It’s sweet, like no other man. Ambrosia. And it effects people.”“How.”“For one...” her eyes widen and she moves to the young. I could see snow piled up, half-covering all of them. Then I looked at the west wall. A built-in bench held various things Dad used a lot, especially to take care of his truck. It was an older model and took more effort to keep running than the SUV Mom drove.Surprise of all surprises, Dad’s work jacket hung on a hook over the bench next to the door that led back into the house. I didn’t see it the night before. I grabbed it, pulled it on, and shivered as I zippered it up. It wasn’t a parka, but. "Here you go, pretty gal. Go easy on it, though. There ain't all that much left."Lynn cradled the glass jug, licking her lips as she watched the wine get foamy from the sloshing. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet dizzying drink down her throat. She would have swilled down the rest of the jug had Harlan not pulled the jug away. ... yeah, like that. But don't stick it in. I don't take anything in my ass. I'm not gay like you." At one point I had pulled out my own dick hoping to bring myself off. But Kevin's cock required my mouth and both hands. So I continued to work as my dick dripped. Things changed when he stopped giving me instructions. He grabbed my hair and rammed that hot thick pipe into my mouth, into my throat. No longer was I a worker. I became a receptacle. I stroked his hole and tickled his balls until.