“Thanks for being here with me.”We didn’t do that a lot. Say those types of things. Oddly, I hadn’t noticed that much until she’d said it ri...ht then.“I love you too, Mom,” I managed to return the favor somewhat comfortably.Good enough.+++The following morning I came down for breakfast.Cuz that’s all I do is eat Mom’s food. Well, sometimes I have conversations about shoving my cock down her throat but other than that, right?Anyway, she was in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room,. There were a lot of 'ifs' 'maybes' and other wild guesses. I for one wanted to just wait.The next morning I jacked in and went to see Brannon. He should have something by now or I would have to go searching through the Lone Star files. When he appeared on the view screen he didn't look too happy."You guys have big trouble all spelled with capital letters now. We found signs of a fight in the park but by the time we got there everyone and everything was gone except for several weapons we found. That's where she takes a big hit and basically French kisses you and forces the smoke down your throat. It's pretty powerful, and very erotic. She came to me first, took an unbelievable hit and covered my mouth with hers, stuck her tounge in as far as it would go and blew the smoke down my throat. At the same time, I reached under her shirt and grabbed a hold of her big, soft tits and massaged her Fock, hard nipples between my fingers. She gave out a low, sensual moan as she continued to jab. The one thing that we did have in common was that we used to confide in each other, knowing it would remain confidential. She was thrilled to see me...bless her, and invited me round for coffee at her place at about eleven am the next morning, which I excepted, and for old times sake, I would turn up. It was indeed pleasant to see her again. Although she had been more of a best mate to me before more than anything else.I went and visited her the next morning, where she enthusiastically invited.