. after all that we’ve endured, she’s still a little awkward about our occasional need for some extra-judicial killing, torture, and mayhem. She�...ll rip an intruder’s throat out, but she still gets embarrassed at some of the torments that we inflict. Not all of them and not for all of the victims. But some of them ... with some of the victims ... it unnerves her in those cases. I’m still not sure why, after all this time. Yet at least she brought herself to mention it. She’s a paradox, this. On the morning of the funeral Jill and I pampered mum, she hadn't loved the man, we knew that, but both she and Jill had been very fond of him so, leaving her asleep, we crept out of bed and made her favourite breakfast of coffee and croissants, I ran down to the flower shop in the precinct and bought her a huge bouquet of mixed flowers and it brought tears to Jill's eyes when I presented her with one too!"They're beautiful Tommy" she said softly, "But it's supposed to be your mum's day!"No" I. I could not help myself. I practically ripped off my pants and underwear and got right behind her. I had definitely heard about anal sex but the three girls that I have been able to screw didn’t even want to try it. Here was an open invitation even if it was from my own mother. I may not be a full man yet but my little head still rules my big head every time when it comes to sex.I put my knees between her legs and got the head of my cock right up to Mom’s butt hole and pressed. I was surprised. He kept telling me he was for real, and I told him to prove it. He stood up and pulled down his trunks to show his raging 9 inch boner. I stared for a minute, then snapped out of it, pulled off my trunks under the water, and threw them out, and told him I was hard as hell.I then pushed him down onto the bench of the hot tub, stroked my cock in her face a second, then dropped to my knees, and went underwater to blow him. I was swishing water in and out of my mouth, around his big cock, then.