My mother stepped to her side and slipped a finger to Catherine's clit and rubbed it. 'You should try it Cathy... it's nice once you get the young coc... up there'. Her other hand was now fingering Catherine's ass again while she rubbed her clit.Catherine lowered herself slowly to her son's rock hard cock. He held it in place for her. It touched her arsehole. 'Ohhhhhhhhh' she moaned then she lowered a bit more. it started to slip in.' Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh' she started to pant 'OH God it hurts'. She always seemed to be happy and always tried to make sure the people around her were happy, too. With you, doubly so. She made sure you never wanted for anything, especially in the bedroom. She was always experimental and tried to follow your whims.You smile at the memory of her, then frown again and heave a sigh. It's going to be really hard finding anyone who was quite like her.As you turn to leave the cemetery, a chill runs up your spin. You feel as if eyes are on you. You stop and look. You turn off the shower, and get out and then return with a tube of hand cream. You warm some in your hands and then apply it generously to My cock. You turn and spread your ass cheeks, presenting Me with the only hole I haven’t fucked today.I recline against the shower wall, so you know that you will be doing the hard work this time. You line your ass up with My cock, and take the head and a couple of inches on the first pass. It stings, but you pull your cheeks wider and grind right to the. I paid special attention to the pharmacy,the canned goods aisle, and just in case, sporting goods for weapons,and I got enough supplies to load up a small backpack before I headedfor the broken door.I heard someone else come in before I could get there, so I dodgedbehind a shelf and tried to stay out of sight. I hadn't seen a lot ofsurvivors, but everything I had learned from zombie films told me thatjust because whoever it was wasn't infected didn't mean they weren'tdangerous.