“Can she stay in my room tonight Sam?” Ona pleaded as she smiled up at me.“You know the rules Ona, only your pet can stay in your room with you ...vernight. Tanya’s your pet, not Riley.”“Hmm not anymore she isn't, I kinda… disowned her… this morning. Plus I already broke her.”“So you say, but don’t forget El’s got her eye on Riley too Ona. There’s no point in arguing with me about it either you know my brother decides who she belongs to in the end. Until her claim day she’s just a stray sissy for. As a mother I have been confronted by my own sons masturbatory urges, bed sheet, curtains, and a pair of my old panties, were his cum rags, sorry guys, but that's how we women describe your ejaculatory wipes.You might think, here is a woman with her insight into sex, chastising her son, for whacking one out, but you would be wrong, most mothers shy away from it and leave it up their fathers, but his, my ex, fucked off and started travelling, so touching hardened semen from my own sons sack,. I shook my head in disbelief at what I had just witnessed, as I too packed away my sore cock. He quickly reversed the car and drove off. I walked down the concrete steps in a daze. I dont know why but I needed to see the scene of my wifes crime. I stepped over empty beer cans and rubble until I was standing on the spot that the car had been parked. My eyes went straight to the tissues that she had nonchalantly thrown away. I picked them up. They were soaked with his thick, lumpy spunk. I. After a wait of a minute or two, the confessional door opened and closed as the first penitent entered.It's her, Helena G... , the priest thought to himself as a light musky scent reached his nostrils.He hardly heard the ritual words that preceded her confession, and even then the murmured words of penitence at her liaisons with other men at her husband's instigation hardly seemed to register on the priest's thoughts."You disgusting slut," the priest muttered to himself, but not having his mind.