. Sam was the perfect wet dream woman. She was 20 years old slim and petite - short black curly hair that framed a very beautiful face that was foreve... smiling. She had a nice figure and legs ... and me being a foot man just loved her sexy feet that she looked after very well.To complete the inventory of Sam's assets it would be remiss of me to forget to mention her G-cup tits. Yep ... G-cup - I had checked out her discarded bra in the bathroom one day.My son Dan was a lucky boy ... he was. The officer told me that Mom had been taken to the local funeral home and that the personnel were awaiting my instructions. After contacting my professors and saying why I would not be in class for the next few days, I packed and headed home. The first thing that I did was go to Mom's room and get the letter out of her lingerie drawer. She told me that I should only have one day of viewing and that the casket should be closed. She also said that she had prepaid the expenses for her funeral. The older man sighed, knowing full well he couldn't compete for Lucy's affections in physique. Though he did have maturity and experience in his armoury, was it enough?It was the son that broke the silence. "Lucy sounds in a bad way, dad. Maybe I should stay home today..." he began."No, no," George dismissed. "You go out and enjoy yourself, young man. I'm still a little under the weather myself. The boss isn't expecting me in today." To add credence to the claim, George forced a cough."You. “Please tell me my mother was not here!” “Door was unlocked,” I lied. “She is hopeless, well you have made yourself at home, haven’t you?” She was still in the cheer leader outfit and the trainers strolled across to set her down on the couch next to me. “I am sorry, I just…” “Do I look like I mind?” she crooned, her free hand slid to my crotch and gave my semi rigid prick a little shake, how do you do? I was trapped, and I really needed an escape, because semi was starting to turn into hard. “I.