He was here on Tuesday afternoons just after lunch, every week. I also knew that there would be practically no other parishioners there at that time, ...ecause I had tracked that, too. I wanted to catch him alone. All alone. I took another deep breath, and began. Calmly. Assuredly. Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. The variation caught him a little off-guard, but only a little. How long since your last confession, dear?, he asked, trying to refocus the confession. I didnt allow that,. "Mmmmmmm." Her tongue was... what do ya call it? Artistic? Yeah, that's the word. Swirling around my knob, lapping up the banana and nursing my sensual tendrils as she squeezed my balls just right, no pain, real careful there, kinda ticked them a little. Then she tugged me closer to her allowing her tongue to roam a little further afield, for as she played with one ball, she took the other in her mouth."God that feels good Joanne," I gasped."Think so?" she said, allowing my testicle to drop. He moved his imaginary mouth to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Mother." I love you, too," she whispered back."He brushed his lips to hers and returned to his body.His situation was different than Oedipus's, he reasoned. He had not slain his father, and he would not wed his mother, but deep down, he knew someday he would fuck her, and not while he was a ghost. Oh, sometime soon, he believed she'd ask once again for a psychic, incestuous fuck, and he would comply with her request, but it. "I thought this was settled between us."Before Adriana could answer, Jeremy spoke up. "Mom, you know how much we mean to each other. She snuck into my bed the last time I slept at home. Did you know that?"Adriana gave out a little chuckle. "Van and I knew, and we trusted you. Well, trusted both of you. But every time she did it in recent years, we worried more. After all, Van and I didn't wait, and we know that she loves you."Jeremy looked at his mother, a grin taking over his face. "Damn, we.