If he still had her."I wish I still had a mom."It was a dumb wish. A selfish wish. He knew he'd never get his motherback. But somehow just saying it m...de him feel a bit better, if only alittle.He hung his head, sniffling as he began to make his way home.Behind him, a pink wisp zipped across the sky.* * * * *Stan sighed as he stood at the sink, mindlessly cleaning the dishes. Heglanced at the clock. Not long now. Not long before his son came throughthe door, eyes red and cheeks wet after another. “Why?” he grunted. Before I could answer he put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind. His balls slapped my clit hard as he rammed me fast. “Why!?” he asked again. His voice was strained. He reached around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard as he continued to fuck me as fast as he could. He then grabbed my arms above the elbows. “Why!?!” he nearly yelled. I had no idea why he was asking, but I couldn’t answer. He was fucking me so hard that I could. Her bed was very closer to my bed. I could touch her staying at my bed. On that night i did not do anything. By the time, i have bought some cosmetics like powder, lipstick etc to her. She thank me with her smile. The whole day i thought how can i fuck her. Within short time i could realize she always had a deep sleep. In the night when she sleep, i started masturbate in my bed with my left hand looking at her, after few moment my right hand expanded to her. I pulled up the bottom portion of. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to f***e him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees. Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough.