She is the woman in his visions that he reached out for when he was afraid as a child."Stepping forward into arm's reach of his mother, Iptomas asked,...tears flooding his eyes, "Does the son disappoint his mother?"Reaching out Hera laid a soft hand on her son's face marveling as she saw her eyes and the face of Prometheus."Never, my son is perfect." Hera said crying with tears of joy.As he knelt down before her on both knees Hera cupped his face in her hands. Drawing her to him she hugged her. " You bet. I had to go into the coma before he came to his senses." She smiled lovingly at him.Mary looked between them and saw the love."Good," she said. "Very, very good. I loved Aunt Betty and I reckon I'm going to love Aunt Becca too." Don't you dare!" Love you?" Mischief filled her face."No! Call me Aunt or Aunty. I told you about Isobel." Very well, Aunty Becca." Grrr!"They all helped clear away and wash up before taking their coffee through to the sitting room. Mary was feeling a lot. I ran into the bedroom scared of the thunder booming loudly and the lightning flashing. I saw dad's hands open my drunker mother's asscheeks wide as he rolled toward her about to sink his cock in her when he noticed me standing frightened next to him. He sighed and held his blanket up motioning for me to climb in with him. I could not help but to look at my mom's hairy pussy and wide ass in the dim light. I nestled down alongside him throwing my arm around him and inadvertently captured his. .. that was two years ago... and here we are, right up until tonight!"Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The... the teenagers you spoke of, Peg... you mean those young girls who are all over the.