It got the boys out of mom's hair and out of mischief ... idle hands being the Devil's Workshop.Besides, it cut down on bathwater.The day the mine clo...ed, the men were greeted at the hoist entrance by the men in the suits, checks in hand. There were genuine tears in the executives eyes as they passed out the last severance check and collected signatures signifying acceptance.These were men, the men from the mine and the office, who had had fathers and grandfathers gainfully employed since. When I came around, I could feel something warm on my forehead, and my back and neck were very sore. Great, a druggie probably just rear ended me. Time was ticking, and I debated wether I should just drive away and pay the fees myself, or if I should go check on the asshole behind me. Head still pounding, I realized that the person behind me could’ve been much more injured than I was, and I decided to check on them. Fuck it, Australia could wait. I slid out my car, holding on to the door to. Maybe we should have seen it, stood outside ourselves and took notice of it, but we didn't. Bonnie did however, even though we were unaware that she had. We were always careful to never do anything, not even in a semi-flirtatious way whenever either one of them was around. But the moment they were gone, leaving us alone together, we seemed to explode, crawling all over one another in complete abandonment. There were times in the morning when I was dressed ready to go to work and had stood. And there, near the canal, my son was standing naked with the statue in one hand and his mammoth erection in the other hand.As I knew why it was, I went near, took the statue from his hand and placed it down. I knelt in front of my son and took his erection into my mouth. He groaned at my action, but showed his liking by moving his thing to and fro through my lips grip. My cunt and mouth were watering in the face of my situational luck.I noticed a patch of lush green grass on my left. The spot.