My mother and father had separated. I was the only boy, actually a young man at the time, 19 and a college athlete. My mom was a very attractive woman... tall, striking and very well built. I had stolen looks at her when she was dressing, and I had often masturbated, thinking about her. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the door, threw my keys on the table, headed to the closet and grabbed a towel. Normally, mom would be upstairs,. “Not for a price we’re going to pay,” said her mother. “You want your own bedroom you can move in with your grandparents and we’ll just take Seamus.”“Really?” asked our son, smiling.“That’s not fair!”I shrugged. “Fine by me. You don’t want a vacation, okay by us. That’s it. You share with all of us or you just share with each other. Or you don’t share, and you stay here.”“Dad!”Kelly and I weren’t very sympathetic. We left the kids to check out the websites on their own and went off to watch. The deafening silence ended when his sad friend spoke."I am so sorry Mr. Kimbridge," he said and wiped his eyes. "I apologize for my unprofessional behavior. It won't happen again sir."Peter cleared his throat, "Son, forget where we are. I'm your friend, talk to me." Sh ... sh ... she's di ... divorcing me," Dylan sputtered. "Mari's divorcing me."Sh ... sh ... she said the accident showed her that our marriage was a—mistake, just a mistake." He almost collapsed but regrouped and tearfully. He would be ecstatic to learn of her disgusting treatment by this band of basement dwellers.Even now, Marcy could feel her juices running down from her long-neglected pussy. The younger members seemed more interested in pricking her vein for little sips of her lifeblood than in penetrating her still pretty little vagina. She had hoped this leader would be more interested in her feminine assets and make her take his exceedingly large cock in between her legs. He seemed overly interested in her.