Ryan stood with his eyes closed. Mary's sobs cut through him like a knife and he felt a pain in his chest. He clenched his fist tightly as he stood te...se and motionless in the center of the room. Cascades of conflicting emotions were rushing through him. Finally his shoulders slumped and he let out the breath he had been holding. Slowly he walked over to the bed and sat down.The room was silent but for Mary's continued sobs.Finally Ryan turned and placed his hand on her shoulder. Her sobbing. Though I wore clothes, the dick was still quite hard. The thoughts of Mom completely naked beside me, her melons, and the touch of my cockhead to her crotch kept me enticed.It was almost an hour since my bath. I was just done with her breakfast and other morning chores and was sitting in a relaxed mood on the bed. I went to Mom, pulled down my shorts in front of her, and my hard cock sprang out.Mom: What the… Like dad, like son.I couldn’t understand what she meant by that.Me: Means?Mom: Your. Long days and long nights. But well, the long nights were otherwise nightmares about the bad guys and my kid; the one I’d never met or even seen a picture of. I wondered if the bad guys ever thought about me. I had to figure that maybe at least she did. I mean we were married for quite a while before she stabbed me in the back. If she had a conscience at all, I figured I’d gotten mention in at least a few of her dreams. But maybe not. It had been a long time. They’d have all but forgotten me by. Her husband was very well built, very fit. In fact all the men were quite fit, with the exception of one older man who had a bit of a pot belly. Janet introduced one of the men as her brother John, and he flirted outrageously with me as he shook and then kissed my hand. I saw Janet watching me, her expression expressionless but certainly not very friendly. Perhaps she wasn't happy with the competition, with another attractive woman getting attention? Well, it was just her brother, how.