He handed it over with a big laugh at my antics. "Thank you, Pa.," I said very formally, trying to be adult about the whole thing."You're welcome, Son..." he said just as formally. His smile bespoke all the love he had put into buying me my first gun.I was still so excited inside I felt like I was going to burst. "I'll take real good care of it, Pa, real good care." I know you will, Son," as he squeezed my shoulder. "Let's go hunting."Now I realize how times have changed and there are all sorts. There should not have been a cup on the drain board. She had just arrived yesterday and she had no food or drink after she arrived. ‘Was the mug in which I poured my coffee on the drain board when I picked it up?’ she wondered. A mixture of dread and hope led Clara to the trash bin. The only thing in it was a large can of chicken broth. Clara felt faint. She returned to the porch and sat in her rocker, her mind in such turmoil that she had a difficult time keeping a coherent thought. She. Our lives changed the moment I pressed his door open. It was at that instant I became aware that my son was no longer my little boy but a young, virile, man. Those few moments of unbridled lust would leave embers seething in me that in the right situation could become an uncontrollable inferno of lust that I feared could eventually lead to an incestuous relationship. It was obvious that my son had been harboring deep sexual needs towards me for a while and had been able to hide them from me. Lifting her skirt she took her panties down and bent over and placed her hands on her knees. The guy that she brought home said I'm first. It took two Stokes to get his cock all the way in. With his hands on her hips he fucked her hard and fast. While she was bent over a cock was offered to her to suck. One by one each guy emptied their balls into my wife's hairless white pussy. She took every one while still bent over. After the last grunt and moan and she had the contents of all their balls.