But I was never much of a man. I was Ian West, a rather feeble excuse for aman."S-Sorry," I said feebly."Sorry what?" she asked, her voice still hard,...almost alarmingly so.I watched her for a moment, a rather pathetic, hang-dog look on her facebefore I muttered, "Sorry mistress." You're damn right," she snapped. I was startled to see tears her in hereyes and once again found myself reaching out for her, but she recoiled. "IfI say I don't want to talk about something, you damn well better. In her excitement, her hips began to gyrate up and down. Hypnotized by the view of the pussy that I'd come from so many years before, I reached up pulled her cheeks apart and dove in with my face. Mom's juices were literally dripping from her pussy! Her clit engorged, her labia swollen, I feasted on my mother. We were both insatiable, both not wanting to quit until we'd brought one another to orgasmic bliss. "There's my two lovely ladies." There in the doorway my father stood nude, watching us.. I was shivering in a wild, pre-orgasmic spasm of an intensity I had never felt before. not even whentm- own father had made love to a very willing me.He cried out even more as my satin gloved hands slid sensuously over theheavy satin that sheathed his tender breasts and as the palms glidedover the opulent shiny material I could feel the super hardness of hisaroused nipples stabbing at my own sensitive palms. He screamed, againand again and incredibly. I could feel his body, deeply buried. Just like in every movie and TV show, a wide two-way mirror occupied the wall in front of him. Was someone watching him? Jason was resting his forehead on the table, trying to remember what had happened the night before and figure out how he had come to this. There was no way he could have killed a police officer, no way! And these symbols, the symbols that covered everything like wrapping paper, it was because of them that his life was spiraling out of control. He even saw them when he closed.