She begins to feel so guilty, yet it feels like the right thing to do. To help Alex. Her son. In shock, she sits there, almost not able to hear her ow... thoughts. Finally, she gets up and looks at Alex in a way that can’t be described.As she looks down at the hatch she suddenly feels hands going under her T-shirt. Alex is behind her. He moves his hands up and grabs her motherly breasts."Thanks for the help, mommy..." he says grabbing her more. He touches mom without her permission. Just because. He was sorry and he added that another day he would fuck me and would set my cunt on fire…I put on my clothes again, washed my mouth in the ladies room and left to go home.I was sure my loving husband was going to fuck me in a wild way that night, before leaving for a week business trip…Just thinking about his hard cock made my cunt get wet…I opened the door and found the house in complete silence. I saw just a light in our bedroom. I climbed quietly the stairs, trying to surprise my loving. We get to where they are taking us without roundabout routes.In bed, though, Ganda follows, she does not lead and she is fully compliant. Not a word of complaint as I take her in the ass right down to the root. Her body belongs to me. There is never a 'no.'That night after two hours of comforting each other we fall asleep.We are awakened at 5am by a pounding on our door by Drama who is hollering as well. Ganda and I stay silent and after five minutes the pounding and yelling stops. I am told. The boy was sullen and looked defeated, certain that his next few days were likely to be a torture to endure. I knew they must therefore be local and, sure enough, two stops down the line they all got off and we were alone, sat opposite each other this time, again with my back to the engine.“My ‘loaded’ revolver, Miss Jones?” I started, continuing our earlier conversation before she’d slept on my shoulder.“Don’t look at me like that, you are not my father,” she said, even as I groaned inwardly.