Intellectually I knew what had been happening every night wasn't real, it was just that... it 'seemed' so real.The first night that it happened, had b...en a week after Jack died. Of course, we hadn't made love for the last 6 months of his life, he was just too sick. That first night I just chalked my dream up to a vivid imagination and my sadness mixed with guilt at having finally lost my husband and lover to cancer.But then came the next night and the sex was even more intense. No matter how. Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she sat next to, but to my surprise she stood in front of us, she really did look good in her smart business suit and knee length boots. She took off her jacket to reveal a fantastic cleavage with her tits trying to burst the buttons of her blouse and started a slow striptease until she was down to boots, stockings, gee string and bra, with her hand inside the gee string massaging. I love Mum and Da... I mean Mr. and Mrs. Berry, but they really didn't have their heart set on a son...Pain. Really horrible pain. Everywhere. At once. His eyed opened, but he couldn't see. All Chris could feel was a numbness in his body as he realised he was restrained to what had to be a bed."Ohh, s..he's waking up." Came a strangely familiar voice from his left, and with that, suddenly there was light.Bright light. For a second, the boy was blind, but he soon regained his vision and noticed. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He got up from the chair still with his cock in hand, tapped his dad on the back and as his dad looked back and saw Gary, he rolled off the slut’s body. As Gary’s dad rolled off of the slut Helen, Gary just climbed between her spread legs, aimed his cock at her swampy wet cunt and with one big thrust just rammed his cock into her cunt till he felt his cockhead hit her cervix hard and he just held it there as he pumped the biggest load of cum into her.