No looking back. No regrets. And no more tears. Not that all the crying was an entirely bad thing. It was refreshing, I suppose, in a way that’s ha...d to describe. I felt renewed. Or I tried to convince myself of that. I threw on some running shorts and a tank top and I sat on the front porch reading the newspaper and enjoying my coffee and the warming sun. A few hours passed quickly. Amy was the first one up. It was midmorning and she was still in her robe and slippers when she came out with. I'm a fat old broad and I'm all fucked up." She mumbled. More to herself than to me, I think.Fat? That little pot belly looked more like the start of malnutrition than gluttony. "Have you eaten anything today, Vicky?" Coffee. Lousy. Instant. Just got up, y'know." Vicky, it's 7:30 at night. You just got up?" Yeah, so what? Nobody cares if I'm awake or asleep." Sherry does, and I do. Let me get you something to eat." Sherry ain't here. Nobody's here. I'm all alone." I'm here now, Vicky, and. "It's not healthy to walk around with a full set of balls."Jimmy could only gasp. She turned her head and gazed at his hard-on again. As if her look had a tactile, caressing property, his cock hammered savagely."Well, Jimmy?" she said, huskily. "Will you promise Mommy you'll take the pressure off your lovely big prick with a handjob? Hummm? Will you beat your meat for Mommy?"Jimmy's Adam's apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. His lips moved but only a squawking sound came. Also when I am fucking you I can pop my dick in your bum instead of your mouth.Oh god my son was justifying anally raping me. He grabbed my by the arms and led me to the bedroom where he had all the cameras set up. He pushed me down on the ottoman and tied my knees to the stool castors. He then unclipped my wrists and clipped them onto the castors. He positioned the cameras and went to get the e45 cream. he came back with the cream and the dildo from my draw. Oh god why did I buy that. He knelt.