It means a lot to me. Last bit: Any time there's content that readers may not enjoy, I'll try to label it at the beginning of the chapter. Anyway, enj...y the story, and thanks again for reading!PROLOGUE: David wandered the wasteland. He had to scavenge daily for everything. Food, water, and other supplies. All scarce in the massive desert. Then again, he'd become an expert at scavenging over the years. That thought struck him, and he realized it had been more than 7 years since he'd been exiled. Well I accepted, great night, great food and much wine with coffee and cognacs after. I was going to leave and he said you have had a bit to drink why not stay the night? I said so you have a spare room, he said no but a king size bed and I promise I wont bight. So we took of our clothes and I hopped into bed in my jocks. The lights went out but I had this tingling feeling, couldn't settle, feeling what if he touches me, feeling taboo. So I am lying there and feel a finger touch my thigh, then. Mark came into the room for a beer. He glanced at her, then looked again carefully. "What you doing here, squirt?" Waiting for my muffin." Got a bun in the oven, huh?" he grinned."Ha, ha."He opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. He watched her surreptitiously, his eyes sliding over her breasts and her legs. She had a dynamite little figure, he thought. Why had he never realized that before? Maybe it was that accidental sight of Keri jerking off that had brought the realization to him. Not to be outdone, I reached for my mum's belt buckle and unfastened her jeans as she slid off her heels. Our passionate kiss broke again, long enough for my mum to wriggle her out of her pants and find my right nipple, that I love to have sucked, with her moist lips.My silence finally broke as my mum gently bit my nipple. I couldn't fight back the low, throaty rumble of a groan. To distract myself from the pleasure I was receiving, I started massaging my mum's breasts through her shirt. We.