I would admire the sun wafting through the branches, varying as the breezes moved the tree limbs. Cuddling back up to my companion, I’d resume sleep...ng, until the next disturbance roused me.Finally, awakened at dusk, I turned from my bed-mate, and wriggled from our nest. I pulled the pistol from my boots, stepped into them, and pulled my trousers up, settling my belt around my waist. Shaking out my shirt, I drew it on myself, and buttoned it in a hurry. The warmth of sleep soon dissipated in. One lunchtime I came back from the Chemist with a new bottle of eardrops in one of those small blue grass ridged bottles, when an ugly though ran through my mine but in my defence I was desperate."Look what I have here," I said holding up the blue glass bottle so that June could see. We were alone in the small kitchen where we make our tea."What?" she said off hand not really looking."This my lovely is one of those 'date rape' drugs," I said, that got her attention fast."What." She said again. A middle-aged woman emerged right behind him and said, “Don’t be too long, please. I’m right in the middle of a polishing job.” She regarded me with a subtle look of suspicion.But the young man didn’t notice and motioned for me to follow him. We headed off down the hallway.We chatted as we walked. He talked about the struggles faced by the jewelry store, and how their latest survival scheme fitted around bejeweled cell phone cases. Considering how often I dropped mine, that didn’t sound like a. I could only guess that my son became sexually overwhelmed not just knowing but actually feeling the same potent seed that had created him 27 years ago is now my taking ownership of his body and soul. The next thing I knew Jay began to buck and grind his hips. My cock was still deep in my boy’s pussy, Jay was still hungry for cock. He began to moan loudly, spurting copious amounts of cum while looking into my eyes. We were both sweating profusely as I leaned my head down, my son and I kissed.