But probably mostly guilty because you are fucking our mother!" she smirked up at me.She closed her legs and sipped her wine.I was speechless; I just ...tared at her; my mouth agape."I know you fucked her in the back of my car on the way home; you think I'm stupid! And then you went to her room and rutted all night; I came to the bedroom door and listened," she sneered."I wonder what to make of that? An attractive woman in her forties, fucking her grown up son. Her own son for fuck sake!" she. Typically for an English summers evening, it started to rain, so we ran to the porch laughing. Damn, my plan would have to wait. Helping each other peel off the wet clothes, we opted to try the oversized bath. It was one of those that's plenty big enough for two, and deep enough to actually sit in. Filling it with bubbly water, he climbed in and laid back, holding his hand out to invite me to join him and cuddle up. Needless to say, a wet cuddle was never going to stay a wet cuddle! I'm not. It seems odd to me that Eric, Phyllis, and Heather were scheduled to fly home yesterday. If they hadn’t been late, they would need to be here today to sign papers, also.“A second odd thing is that after the reading of the will, Alicia and I spent most of the day together and then she decided to change her return flight to tomorrow. But, when she looked at her return ticket, she noticed she was already scheduled to return home tomorrow. She and Phyllis came here together and you would expect. After what felt an age, I felt her shifting under me. "Henry," she urged as she gave me a shake, "Wake up, Henry. You're getting a little heavy, sweetie."Uh. What? Oh. I was still floating around on cloud nine in a post spunk daze but her words made me ease of her and roll to my right forgetting we were on my single bed. And so I blindly rolled straight over the edge onto the floor with a loud thud and groan from a thoroughly sated and spent Son.Which, when you think about it, was where this.