I figured that I had gotten my revenge. He might not know that it was our son that I had been fucking, but he knew that I was getting it from somewher... since my whole attitude had changed. I knew that he couldn’t handle that I was happy again, and that was why he stayed away. I was glad of that; it gave me more time with my new lover. After our affair had gone on for a while I could tell that something was wrong with my son. He would fuck me but it didn’t seem as though he was there. I began to. She was a cop!She said a name and asked if it was me."Yes," I said."I'm Officer Krysta. Can I come in?" she asked."What's this about?" About possible inappropriate behavior on your part."The words were like being dunked in the Arctic ocean. I instantly became alert."What kind of behavior?" I asked."May I?" she said and then walked in.I couldn't prevent her. Well, maybe I could but I would risk the charge that I hit a police officer. I followed her into my living room."What's this about,. He started to get really turned on and began to slowly fuck my face shoving his cock a little further down my gullet. By this time there was a hole bunch of slobber building up which lubricated the back of my throat and I pressed by face hard up against the hole and let his fat black cock pound the back of my skull like a jack hammer. He would fuck my throat like this for 10 minutes or so then pull his slobber soaked cock out of my mouth and wipe it off with his t-shirt and furiously jack his. I stopped for the night in an abandoned barn, hiding as best I could in some old boxes. Despite the cold, and uncomfortable floor, I passed out almost immediately. Nightmares of mobs with pitch forks led by my father wielding a shotgun, haunted me during the night. I awoke stiff and cold, my missing hand throbbing. I decided to check the wound.After a painful few minutes easing my make shift bandage off, I found my stump seemed to have completely healed over, with a layer of what looked like.