His eyes were closed, as they usually were these days, and his face was hot to the touch. [dying] There was no other version of the truth. He register...d a hand on his shoulder. ‘When he… Passes, [dies] you know what we have to do.’ ‘You’re not going to touch him. You’re not going to lay a finger on him.’ ‘We need something-‘ ‘You don’t need my boy.’ ‘We’ve got to have something!’ ‘Not him.’ [and that’s final] ‘Then what are we going to do? How do you expect us to– Oh, Jesus…’ It was the sirens. "Here's a purse for you." I took the white purse and hung it on my shoulder and practiced walking. I pretended I was in a fashion show. My sister walked in and hand me a tampon, and a few maxi pads. 'What are these for, " I protested. My Mom told me, "Your a girl now, so you have to be prepared for life's little accidents." I put them in my purse. I also saw a compact, some lipstick, and a nail file in there. I asked my Mom, "Don't my nails have to be done?" "Don't worry Joney, they'll be. Mother and I had sex three more times in different positions that afternoon and Father watched us all the time. With Mother reminding him of what he was missing; although he never admitted it, I knew he was wishing he could fuck her.The final time that afternoon that Mother and I had sex, when I cum, she let my semen dribble down my penis and she rubbed it into my pubic hair.“Oh darling” she called to my Father.“Yes dear” he responded.“Be a darling and lick your Son`s semen from his Cock and. A shudder runs through his body, raising the hair on his arms as she begins stroking his most intimate parts. ‘P-please, Katherine.’ He manages to choke out, as she lowers to her knees. Her tongue darts out to lick the beads of liquid already forming at the tip, her small hands still grasping him. She lightly sucks on the head, dipping her tongue into the slit before suddenly taking all of him in and swallowing around the mouthful. ‘Fuck, not fair.’ He groans, gripping her hair and pushing her.