He was a young man, maybe only eighteen. He was handsome with a kindly face, his features fair and gentle. He looked at my husband’s body, then he l...oked at me. What story he deduced from the scene, I did not know. I shook my head at him, pleading with my eyes. He chewed on his lip, then looked over his shoulder. “Don’t!” I whispered. He looked back at me, the conflict playing across his face. “Don’t!” I begged, tears cornering my eyes. His expression softened. He looked from me, to the open. I quietly exited the room to the table and grabbed an item off the table and crept back in to the room. I got to the edge of the bed with item in hand and leaned in. As I neared her body, she was still in her own personal hell with the toy keeping her unsatisfied.As I clamped her nipple with one of the clothes pins she let out a moan of ecstasy mixed with pain.“Ah, oh, oh my god.”, she managed out,As she moan with delight and displeasure from the clip being so taught on her nipple. I grab. At length, he handed it back to me. ‘Look after it for me, will you?’ he said. ‘I’ll just piss it away if you don’t.’ I nodded. His mother’s car was sold and we would use that money for a down payment on a new car for him. He was going to be staying here in Livermore for the foreseeable future. He planned to start community college courses in the New Year and that would give him some time to recover from the loss of his mother. I noticed that Tina was being particularly attentive to him, trying. Nevertheless she opened the sliding doors and peered warily inside. Finally satisfied the room was clear, Lani sat down on the bed and heaved a great sigh.What in the heck happened here? Well, that was a stupid question Lani decided. She knew exactly what happened. Her and her son had had sexual relations and it was wonderful. No, no, that's not right. It was terrible! Terribly wrong! It should never happen again even if he was a skilled lover-a skilled lover, yes but I'm talking about my son..