I felt like an idiot, why had I taken her for granted like that. Walking through life so sure that no matter the wall that I started to put up between...us she would stay by my side. The thoughts started to raise my temperature. My blood boiled. ‘It’s not like that bitch even cared when I started pushing her away.’ She just went about with her everyday life like she didn’t even need me. I didn’t like the feeling I was used to her needing me, because I needed her. Flashes of her smiling face went. She cursed herself for her stupidity in accepting cash from that bastard Jones, the dealer; he had obviously set her up. But living in London was expensive and she needed some money for her to be able for her to give up police work and have c***dren. Overlooking some minor d**g dealing was never going to make a change to the way of life for the people here, and once done, it was difficult to stop. The stupid part was that she was just ready to start, she and her husband now had just enough. All she did was laugh whenever he brought the subject up."I don't need or want another man in my life just now," she'd told him. "I'm perfectly happy just the way things are!"Paul had actually gotten bold enough to get personal with her. They had always been close, so any sexual subject wasn't exactly foreign to him, but discussing his mother's sex-life was still somewhat awkward. "Mother? You're still young, don't you ever have needs and desires to be with a man again?" She had laughed. This time she flooded Paul with her orgasmic juices and collapsed on his legs.Paul was close to his own climax and moved Joy around until she was flat on her tummy. He pulled her legs apart, lifted her ass up and buried his cock deep in her again. As he began to pound her, Paul put his mouth beside her ear. “I’m getting close, baby. I’m gonna put my load all over your sexy ass and use it for a lube to finger your tight pucker. Before this night is over, you’re going to beg me to fuck your ass.