“Good morning, Mom,” I began, very hesitantly.“Sit down, I have your breakfast in the warming oven. Your father ate his already. He’s gone to ...he office,” said Mom in a stern voice.I wasn’t getting a positive impression from her. Mom was not her normal, jovial self. She sounded very matter of fact. Almost emotionless. A few minutes later she placed my breakfast plate, pancakes and sausages, in front of me.She returned in a couple minutes more with two cups of coffee, one for each of us. Mom. It all seemed completely normal. It was like things had magically returned to the way they were the year before. Except that the girls wanted to swim in my pool despite the fact that Caitlin wasn't there. But that was the only difference. And it was kind of nice having them around like this, because it made the pain of Caitlin leaving more bearable somehow. It hadn't been this painful in years past. So having them around was kind of soothing, in a way.I did work another half hour, and then I. Moan or something, but no sound came out. I remember digging my nails in his back, he had pushed his entire dick inside of me, I felt his big balls resting on my asshole, I was still shocked “it’s not too big is it honey?” he whispered in my ears, I didn’t answer, I felt him pulling out and I was a bit relieved, he must have taken a long time to pull it out or his dick was really long than he rams it back inside of me, this time I let out a cry “aaaahh... fuck” I said trying to push him out of. “Well, you know,” Aron said somewhat aggressively. “It’s not fair. You know how much I like your body. And one of the first things you said to me was that you liked my cock.”“On the first date?” Carter shouted, alarmed.Aron had married a total whore. And all his life, he had thought Aron would settle down with a nice girl who knew how to be decent and wholesome, and Aron would have 2.1 kids with her. Instead, Aron had gone a completely different way and gotten hitched with a ... guy thirsty for.