I dried off and walked naked into my mother's room.She lay on her stomach with a pillow under her hips. It raised her ass up nicely; my dick came to t...e ready. Staring at my hardness, she smiled. She moved her ass side to side in invitation.A woman on her stomach was my favorite sexual position, a guaranteed way to a quick and hard orgasm. Things clicked as her smile turned knowledgeable; my mother knew exactly the reaction she would get.I climbed on the bed. She tightened her ass and released. She had a kid, too. Not his, mind you, but Jack treated that little boy like he was his own. They had cute little family, picture perfect almost. So no, I hadn’t ever tried anything with him, but God, did I want to. I’d seem him at my brother’s house, handing out, shirtless most of the time, cracking jokes, making everyone laugh. Or when he and Gavin helped me move into my new apartment, lugging boxes and furniture up the stairs, shirtless yet again, sweaty, and oh so yummy looking. He had. He slithered more and she said she saw his cherub fat ass next, her lips now well stretched out wide, either side of it. The nursed turned him and his big cock swung out, proudly erect! Then with a whoosh, the rest of the youngster rushed out. He was as ugly as his Bro and both like the Big Man! The nurses placed No 2 with No1 on her young swollen titties. They both instinctively clamped on, sucking for Africa, on the lovely white milk. She said her afterbirth fell out, like a discarded. This loss, the slow grind of acceptance, is terrible. You fill my thoughts and my heart hurts. I wish for a different outcome. Crazy thoughts shoot through my head, bouncing off memories of you. What if I’d called sooner? I should have sent more little positive messages. I should have just asked permission to visit. If I had, you’d still be here, fighting. Then I wouldn’t have this huge ache inside. I recognize these thoughts as foolish, and I brush them aside. I focus on better, positive.