Finally Robbie picked up the chainsaw. “Well,” he said, “I guess it’s cleanup time.” She was light enough that Marco had no trouble li...ting her. He carried her to the bathroom, her limbs hanging limply, and dropped her unceremoniously into the bathtub. Then he turned the shower on hot. Robbie had the pruner saw running already, but Marco wasn’t ready for it. He had Robbie get some bleach from the laundry room. While he was gone, Marco removed the girl’s wristwatch and earrings and slipped. She must have thought about it, not saying anything, I rose up from my straddled position, moved over on the couch and was waiting for her reaction. She leaned up on both elbows, looked down at her tits, raised herself up to a standing position, and squished the tube top up to enclose her tits and snaked her hand in each side to adjust her tits. She looked at me, came over to me, leaned down, kissed me lightly on the lips, and said, “You wait, you just wait.” She turned around and left. Shit,. Fascination that my twenty-eight year-old son was getting an erection by the weight of his mothers own bottom! It was almost a grand provocative joke - one that I could could never share or even express to another living soul.My eyes turned and I looked upon my daughter-in-law and her toddler, my two year old grandchild. Guilt welled up within me, for her - as if it should be her bottom having this particular hard cock pressed into it rather than my own. Not that I have had a man press anything. As bad luck would have it, Norton’s parents were the respective black sheep of their families and his entire upbringing was spent moving from place to place, often punctuated by stays with unhappy family members who couldn’t wait to see the back of them. There was no stability, and Norton often had to endure the worries that children should never have to:‘Will we have a roof over our heads tomorrow? Will we have food on the table? What will become of me?’ These were the questions Norton.