Yeah. I gave her the bedroom. She’s paying the fucking rent, isn’t she? Plus, she had a lot more stuff to bring in the second time around, so she ...eeded a defined space for storing it all. I guess she must have gone back to the house and grabbed her more treasured belongings. Seems like a lot of them were clothes. I don’t know. Boredom has really stretched this whole thing out, too. You wouldn’t figure that anything about my little unfolding drama would be classified as boring, but it sure. She came back to the bed and explained that she felt that it would be cheating to swallow my cum, but then she slipped out of her shorts and panties, revealing a very wet and obviously aroused pussy. I took the hint and went down on her, kissing and licking her thighs, which were wet from her dripping cunt, and working my way up to her red and swollen labia, finally reaching her engorged, very large clit. This woman obviously needed sexual release, and she began humping as I licked and sucked. But hanging over all of us were the questions: Why was she in that motel that night? Who was she meeting? Was she having an affair or was it something entirely different?I hadn't noticed him earlier, but as I stood at the entrance to the church and thanked those people who had come to the service, I saw him standing near the parking lot. What was Detective Etchevarry doing at her funeral? An hour later at the gravesite, I saw him again. When the service was complete and I had gathered myself. The thought of moping around home all day today with those things looming over me was almost enough to spoil my breakfast.But only almost. It was Mom's whole wheat waffles, after all."I am going to the time trials and I am going to swim! I am sorry, Mother, but this is something I have got to do!"She knows when I drop all contractions, speaking slowly and distinctly, and call her Mother, I am dead serious. It is the closest thing I have to a nuclear option. In the mother/daughter arms race it.