Maybe it was the first time we made love. Maybe it was the next morning when you came up behind me and wrapped your arms around me. In any case, there...it is, and there it will be. It sounds great on paper. But sooner or later the unwelcome neighbor of reality has to come over, annoy you, and borrow a tool it will never return. You, Lover, are the tool it took away, and I was uncertain as to whether I would ever see you again. And although we did see each other once more, and possibly will. The funeral was to take place the following day and the new Emir had ordered all the sons, acknowledged or otherwise, of the late Emir to be at the funeral. The Ambassador volunteered that he could not possibly advise the Prince whether he really should attend or not.Discussing this curious comment with his mother, the Prince decided that it might be dangerous to be in Kobekistan for the funeral, as the new Emir Mustapha was known to have plotted against his own father for many years and might. "Okay, then," I said, "Thank you for a lovely dinner, Helen," I said as I embraced her in a hug. She held on to me and pulled me close. I knew she could feel my swollen cock and her hands ran down to my arse cheeks.I started to pull away when she said, "Mark, you make me feel young again tonight, thank you." She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. We kissed for longer than usual for a mother and son, no tongue, but it was definitely more intimate than normal.During the ride home she continued. Can I talk to you for a minute? There is something important that I have to tell you. If its about dad and Aunt Lucy… she began wait how do you know about that already? I asked and she said she heard mom screaming at dad about it over the phone this morning before she went to school. How do you feel about it? I asked. Well I dont really feel much I guess she said and her eyes got watery. Come on Nessa talk to me. She wailed and began sobbing incoherently. All I heard was how could he do that.