”I looked at her in disbelief and boldly said, “Show me.”Mom looked at me as if I had slapped her face. Then she stood up and unbuttoned her dre...s letting it fall to the kitchen floor. She had an old discolored white bra and a pair of pale blue panties. Mom then reached back and unhooked her bra. As she lowered it to her elbows and then dropped it to the floor I got my first look at Mom topless. The bra was the kind that women with mastectomies wear. She was definitely ‘Mommy no tits.’ I had. Billie had always been my favourite cousin - my kissing cousin. We'd sworn our undying love for each other at about the age of about seven or eight, I believe. Those sentiments had cooled a little as we'd got older, but not by very much. Billie still always hugged and kissed me whenever we met."Christ, Billie, have some decorum will you. I'm supposed to be working here!" I managed to say once she'd broken her hello kiss and let me breathe again."Well, that's nice! No, "hello, Billie"; just,. I leaned down and tilted Angel's face away from his brother's cock. We exchanged a kiss. "Hold him tight and keep sucking no matter what, ok? If he comes, don't swallow all of it. I want to share it with you." Ja, but..."I ignored his protests. They begged for this. They teased and flirted and now they were going to get what they asked for.I used my hands to open his cheeks wide. I used the pre-cum dripping out of me as lube. I put the head of my cock against his fresh, pink hole and pushed. Kara had spent so much time in a cloud of grief after that, always meaning to go see him, but the anger had set in. She found herself blaming him, playing irrational games of what-if. By the time she plucked up the courage to try again, he’d been released. His apartment was empty, and he’d left no forwarding information with the landlord. Will had simply vanished, and Kara found herself caught in a cycle of grief and self pity. It was time now to break that cycle. No more half-measures. .