"But you better not sit up here and watch me . . . now that you know," she warned with a playful grin. "I wouldn't do that," I said, grinning back. "B...sides, what would I see if I did?" I asked, already knowing. "You'd be bored, I promise," she replied with a quick wink. "Oh, I doubt that," I said, wishing I hadn't . . . as the words were coming out of my mouth. She gasped in surprise, then grinned bigger. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, looking straight into. I didn't instantly see him, so I looked around for a moment."Oh, I knew my wet snatch could find your hard cock," I whispered as I saw him from behind. "Wait, do I see his shoulder moving?" I chuckled, moving closer to him.I tiptoed as slowly as I could and did my best not to make a sound."Yes, Mom, I love you," I heard him moan.I couldn't help, but to cheese. 'My son is jacking off thinking of me in public. That is wrong, Pete, but yet very hot, though. At least you don't have your cock out;. It was when we sat down to eat, that I found out what this was all about.“Dad was talking about their next summer holiday last night”, I mumbled an acknowledgment with a mouthful of food. “They are buying a caravan, and are going to the west coast of France in August. John’s going (her older brother) and they’ll be there for our 1st Anniversary”. Where is this going I thought to myself. “They want us go with them, and I’ve said yes”. Boom, there it was, all of this welcome home, missed you. It is all innocent and fun and free. And it was another of my triggers for remembering my darkest incident of my life.I can feel the tears start to form. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I.