She bobbed her head as she sucked his prick, shamelessly fucking her face with the throbbing stiffness of her son's rock-hard fuck-meat. "Suck it!" Bi...ly held his mother's head, shuddering and grinding his hips off the mattress. "Unhhhh! Oh, Mom, you're gonna make me shoot off again! Suck it harder! Oh, shit yeah suck my prick, Mom!" Kath desperately wanted to swallow another spewing load of Billy's cock-juice, but she needed to feel his big, wonderful prick stabbing into her pussy even more.. I hoped you could tell. No other woman attracted me after I flew my new plane away from you.Goodbye my love,Captain Bill Morrisey, USAAFMom watched as I read this letter, then began her tale, "His plane disappeared on a combat mission in the Pacific somewhere. It has never been found. There is more to this story that you need to hear before I can no longer tell it."We were living in Dallas during World War 2 near the plant where P51 Mustangs were built. Dad was a young manufacturing engineer. We had a good time and a lot of laughs boating and finally returned to the house where the men took up to drinking Scotch and smoking cigars out on the deck that overlooked the water. And we ladies sat inside drinking more wine talking and getting to know one another better. The wine followed by the scotch had the boys ready to sack out before long and it was just us girls, Wynona, who was married, Lydia and myself. Lydia soon was ready to doze off and joined her boyfriend in their bedroom. I could go to the pool. Or I could get out my guitar. Or I could go see what Jake was up to, or Gary, or Joanne. I didn't mind my aimless life, but there were times when it made me feel somewhat superfluous in the universe.I was startled from my musings by the door opening. It was Saralinda. She'd been at the pool from the look of her."Oh, hi Moira, you're back." Yup – done with my chores for the day. Did you enjoy the pool?" It's great. And Jake showed me how to do the pool cleanup. Looks like.