”That might do it and Vic hoped it would. He really did. The idea of Rosemary fucking for her son really excited him. He just had to make sure he...got it done. “I think you’re gonna need my help.” Much to his dismay, the k** said no to his assistance. He thought he could get the nasty deed done on his own. Vic wished him luck and watched as he disappeared out the front door. A few minutes after he left, his mother returned to the living room after taking a shower. She looked refreshingly. You start walking, taking in all of the scenery. The people all seem friendly, but you don't really care at this point. You notice a couple, how should you say, getting intimate. Holding eachother close, letting the primal urges take ahold. Though that may just be an exaggeration, they were just kissing. None the less, you feel your pants tighten. Blood flowing to your crotch and your cheeks as you realize that you were getting aroused in public. You use your bag as cover and start walking. Since the accident, we were very careful in bed. Most of the time, I just let her do what she wanted, but assisted her if she needed any help. She had limited mobility in her hips so we were forced to contrive new techniques. I was learning how to meet the requirements of her body, a body which had sustained 43 fractures. She was a great teacher. Sometimes, her joints would creak, announcing that I should be more careful. I these moments I started apologizing, but she just smiled shyly.We began. It could even be argued that anything of consequence was promptly (and perhaps intentionally) forgotten by the town, and any inconsequential trifle would indubitably be considered momentous. For example, it only took but two days for the town to forget the disappearance of an entire family of four who had lived in the town for three generations, and yet for two months the town could do nothing but discuss the scourge of rats coming in from the river. It seemed strange that as often as people.