Startled, I looked atTracy but she looked away and continued her work.I took one of Tracy's bras out of the basket to hang up. It was whiteand I could...'t miss seeing how large the cups were for a young girl.But it made sense as I took another surreptitious look at Tracy. Shehad on a white sleeveless blouse and her large breasts pushed out thefront in an attractive way. I pinned up the bra and then took outanother one. It looked to be identical to the first one. I saw a tag onit and read that it. Shewas still young by today?s standards.In the morning we all got to go in and say farewell to Grandma. Shelooked so peaceful lying in her coffin. She was an angel lost.At the service Sue, Bev, April and I helped Ma give the eulogy but mabroke down near the end and Sue finished for her. Then as the photosplayed on the overhead projector I played and sang the songs momsuggested. I started with good night Irene, then Forever in my heartand finished with will the circle be unbroken and everybody. Elizabeth kissed her son for several minutes; her hands roaming across his young body feeling his muscled cheeks and grabbing his very hard erect cock.James had by now started kissing his mother back, his young tongue matching her randy pace. Elizabeth pulled her mouth away and whispered into her son's ear as she licked his lobe gently. "Do you wanna fuck mommy dear?" She asked her son obscenely."Yes," he answered back his hands softly kneading into her toned ass flesh.Elizabeth pulled her son. . I did have plans. But since it's you asking, I think I can reschedule,” She retorts teasingly. “Good. Be at my place at 8. Don't be late. You know I how much I hate waiting. Oh! And wear something nice.” “Okay, Handsome. See you then. Love you!”My name is actually Vincent, but she liked to bust my balls because of my unhealthy obsession with mob movies, and the fact that I'm proudly Italian American. Like Ray Liotta said in Goodfellas, “...all I ever wanted was to be a gangster.” .