And to make matters worse, I was the person to discover this. I felt gutted, not just for myself but for everyone who would suffer more hardship as a ...esult of his actions. Like I said life sucks big time. On my journey home on the train I was pondering my next move. It was a toss up between going home and spending the next couple of days wallowing in self pity with the help of copious quantities of booze. This didn’t excite me all that much because, from experience hangovers were self. No drugs, guns, books with ‘Why I Kill Boys’ in gold letters across bound black leather. No ugly ties. No way to avoid it… must be here tomorrow night. The show starts around midnight. Must interrupt before final act. Would rather play part on own timetable, would rather direct, but clever persons are producing. Know nothing useful, yet. Have to improvise. Apartment building across street good enough for surveillance. Door man and weak fire escape. Smuggle myself in during early morning, when. Tomorrow,” Mom agreed, actually taking Darrell by the dick and leading him to the master bedroom.From the sounds that followed, there was no doubt even through the locked door that Mom put Darrell through the paces. She wanted her ashes hauled and he must have hauled them well enough to make Jessica proud if nothing else. I certainly heard plenty of moans to make me go to bed and jack off to the noise. The sound of Mom gettin’ religion was unforgettable, the way that she kept shouting God’s. "You want it bitch?"He was pulling at his cock and aiming it at my face."You want my cum whore? You want to taste my fucking spunk bitch" He shook me as he shouted at me with real venom in his voice."Yes, god, yes I want it!" I screamed back at it. "I want it fucking all!" Open wide then you fucking whore."I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and then watched as he pulled at this huge cock right in front of my face. He started to growl like and a****l and he tensed up then it exploded spraying.