’ Especially Mum. I’d hoped that once the negligence claim was settled, she’d be able to get back to some sort of normality. Get back to being ...ore like the Mum I remembered. Wishful thinking. ‘You deserved more.’ ‘It was enough.’ Enough to buy my aunt’s business from her and put down a sizable deposit on a house. Besides, it had never been about the money. It’d been about making sure that what happened to us couldn’t happen to anyone else. ‘Why did they even let you do it in the first. When we’re able to stand up our fathers it’s a sign that we’re ready to go.’ George shrugged and thought back to the hot afternoon in July 1946 when he and Helen presented themselves in the front room of the old farmhouse. Just home from the Navy, George wore his summer khakis. He hadn’t had a chance to buy any civilian clothes. The old man wasn’t impressed—never released his scowl. He could match George hardship for hardship. He fought the battle of the Dustbowl on his Iowa farm long before. Her father shoved his long, thick tongue down her throat, and his big body moved upon hers, his hard cock raking across her heaving tummy. When he broke the long kiss, she panted up at him: "Fuck me this way, on top. I want to get every inch of that gorgeous prick inside me, all the way to the balls." Lifting her knees and spreading her legs, she hiked her pelvis up for him, also showing him her rosebud hole, making it easy for the searching head of his mammoth cock to find her humid slot. The. I paused. Then I just did it. I reached in his boxers and touched his dick. I managed to work it out of the whole in his boxers and once outside, I took it in my hand and felt the softness. He still was lifeless. I studied it for a minute, and then I did what I thought mom was doing. I put his soft dick in my mouth and sucked on it. In no time I got that what I needed to do was move him in and out of my mouth. I remember the softness of his head and the amazing feeling of actually having him in.