"No, I can't fuck him, he's my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can only love you. Oh god, he's leaving me too. I'll be all alone now. He hates me, h... hates me... and I love him. I need him, he can't leave me... " her voice trailed off into a mumble.But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had happened - she loves me. And I love her.I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits and in her hair. For some reason I wanted. I turned back around and there was Oliver checking the dog run. Oliver came up to me sniffed and layed down on the mattress. I went over to him in the dog house and lay down next to him. There was nothing to do but just lay there and listen to the wind. Every now and then Olver would lift his head and sniff. Then he would lay back dwn and sleep. The sun started to set. I was getting thirsty. So I crawled to the bowl. Put my hand in and took a scoop to drink it. The water was cold and it. I now slapped, bent, and toyed with my own dick in the way that no one else had, or did ... besides myself. Both mother and daughter took delight in seeing me doing so, likewise touching themselves in their own unique pleasurable preferred ways. Darlene, preferring now to palm, cup, and at times actually slap her juicy split. Rub ... spreading herself even more obscenely there on the couch. One hand helping to spread herself further. The other ... three fingers grasping and tugging ... pulling. We got lucky because he was fucking Helen and he left it there for the weekend.”My face must have hardened.“I’m sorry Mick.”“I don’t know how much you still feel for him, but before this is over, I am going to take my revenge out of his hide.”“Honestly? I’ll hold him, and you hit him!”Yeah, I was loving this woman. My phone rang. It was Helen.“What?”“I’m sorry. I threatened to sue Stan for alienation of affection if he didn’t let me move into his house. I’m staying in a guest room and there.