Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, th...s was the best day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my next move. I looked around the rock I was. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed. I heard giggles and then the footsteps continued and grew distant.I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the. I moved my legs further apart and shifted my hips a little. I felt mom immediately accelerating the pace when she noticed I was starting to become responsive. I was so close now, and mom’s head was bobbing in a quickening pace. Suddenly my balls begun to throb powerfully and I shouted: “Mom, oh G- Nn-nnh!” as my toes curled violently. That was also the first time I touched her hair. It was a purely instinctive thing to make sure her lips weren’t going anywhere.The slimy squirt caught mom by. He’d fought in the last war and when John was killed on the last day of the siege of Tobruk he’d shown, at least in front of others, no emotions at all. I had no brave face. I had cried for a week after we’d heard the news and only stopped because I had no tears left to shed. I’d re-stocked by the time his body came home and my eyes, beneath the black veil of my hat, were red and swollen. “Captain John Arthur George Wellham-Stokes was a very brave soldier. He was awarded an immediate Military.