We kissed. I rolled to her side. We kissed some more. Mom fell asleep.I got up and watched the baseball game.It was strange, I realized that I had jus... fucked my mother but I had no regrets, no guilt, not even a small worry. My cock's penetration had been accidental and I knew I would have pulled out if she had not stopped me. I was simply a good son doing what my mother wanted, needed.A spectacular catch and throw by our centerfielder bailed out the pitcher from serious trouble. Twenty seconds. The youngest of the two was in his late 40s and was somewhat of a sleeping partner, rarely seen in the store, leaving his wife and daughter to often serve in the store.The eldest was a widower, in his late 50s or early 60s at the time. I would have put him at a good 15 stone as well, a round, balding man, but a kind man.I had been working on a Saturday morning in the store, to earn some pocket money. Nothing too strenuous, just some shelf stacking, food pricing and a bit of moving stock around. “This is glorious,” he remembered saying to himself, “absolutely glorious.”His mind went to the first time he saw her naked in the pictures she sent online. He got aroused remembering the golden globe of her right breast, erect brown nipple standing at attention in the middle of an eminently delicious areola; her womanhood hanging between golden thighs as she squatted in her bathroom for a selfie. Oh how he wanted to dive between those parted legs and taste her delight; oh how he wanted to do. Frankie had suggested they needed to alter his face some more. He was happy to give Albert a couple of more scars if he wished.Albert didn’t find his suggestion funny at all. It had been touch-and-go whether he would live after he got the scar that now crossed his face. An irate father had taken exception to him fucking his daughter when he was living in Jahyundi.After the King had exiled him, he had headed home and packed up everything of value he could lay his hands on and headed north-west..