All of the men volunteered to work as axmen, and let me tell you, that was a hard job on cypress trees for us older guys!We planned to build a structu...e 120’x150’, and that would give us about 600 square feet for each family. Some families would be cramped by that amount of space, but we did not plan to live in the fort until we had to. We had no cannon, but we did not expect to need any, so that was not a burden.Naturally, the militia showed up long before our fort was ready, but we had. All sorts of produce, potatoes, beans, peas, corn and lots of tomato plants. He picked a couple of biggies and I said, “That’s good, thanks.” He said, “I’ll get a bag from the garage for them.” I followed him into the garage. He pulled out a bag from a bag of baggies and put the tomatoes inside. I reached to shake his hand and thank him. While our right hands were occupied and his left hand held the bag, my left hand went down to his crotch and gave his genitals a slight squeeze. I said,. Greg might've looked like the spitting image of his Dad, but his obsession when it came to sex was his mother. Over the months that they'd been fucking the obsession, at least for him had grown. Throughout his life he and his dad had shared almost everything. He didn't see why they couldn't share Belinda as well. After all they both loved her and each other, it just seemed natural.Belinda turned her face away from Greg's kisses and spread her legs. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with. It was as if I was detached from my body, watching myself from across the room, and what I saw was both terrifying and absolutely thrilling."What's wrong, mom?" I heard Jeff ask"Oh, baby, I'm just so terribly lonely!", I replied."Aw, don't cry, mom," he said. "I miss Dad too." I just can't bear it any more," I sobbed.My son pulled me into his arms, as I had hoped and held me tight. My head was against his bare chest where I pressed my face against a firm, hairy nipple that could've been my.