She had just arrived in this horrible place a few weeks ago, and now she was dead. The crew had found her body crushed and burned, under the rubble of...the room in which she had died. All that was recognizable on the badly mutilated corpse was the tiny silver axe she had worn on a chain around her neck. ………………………………….. Ginny was lying on something softer than she had ever felt. Was this a cloud, like she had seen in the cartoonist’s idea of a Christian heaven when she was a child? Looking around. Haven't gotten enough sleep in recent nights, so planned on going to bed early. (Haven't gotten laid lately either, but that fact wasn't on my mind at all.) Doing a little tidying up, watching a bit of TV news, having a snack before bed. Typical evening really. Feeling drowsy. Then really out of nowhere for no particular reason I get a really powerful, rock-hard erection. With little obvious transition I realize my sexual URGE has gone from the usual "sexually frustrated horny" to desperate to. “What is it hun?” She smiled wickedly and rolled over straddling his lap facing him. His eyes went wide as he could see down her skirt, and he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, making her beautiful rose visible. She whispered seductively to him, “I want you to fuck me in the movie theater with everybody around not knowing.” She began grinding against his lap, her naked pussy rubbing against the crotch of his pants. Lucas was speechless; he didn’t expect this at all. Sure, she had. He cleaned her up pretty good, but a little bit kept leaking out. "Damn mom," he said out loud, "How much did they fucking put in you?" Seeing his mom laying there, so vulnerable, so open, so...passed out. Joel stared at her tits. He'd always wondered what they felt like exactly. He'd caught his mom topless a couple times, and he knew they sagged when she didn't have a bra on, but hell, for a 44 year old woman, and as big as they were, well, that was to be expected a bit. Deciding that a bit.