로그인The five of us all chatted easily while we shared lunch. When we sat in the living room and watched television after, Mom walked Duane over to the loveseat. When he sat next to Joanne, Mom smiled down at him."You don't mind, do you?" she asked softly."Um?" he started. Then she slid into his lap. "Ah," he said. "No, I don't mind at all."When she started pressing her butt into his crotch, he leaned forward to murmur in her ear."I'm going to give you about half an hour to stop doing that.""And then what?" Mom retorted, turning her head to grin at him.He looked around at all of our grinning faces. Then he leaned forward and kissed my mother on the lips. "Then I'm going to ask if it's Joanne's turn," he answered with that same wicked grin.Mom left to pick up Jeannie from the airport after her half hour was up. We all wanted to go, but she insisted."That's just silly," she said. "We would barely fit in the minivan. You should stay and relax, and we'll be back in an hour."While she
"Hello?" he said."Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Paul. I believe you served in the Army with my older brother, Trevor?""Oh, God," he said softly. "I am so sorry—""Please don't," I said, cutting him off. "Duane? Nobody blames you for that. That's not really why I'm calling, though. Listen, I...I nearly died a week ago. It got me thinking about all the things I meant to do with my life, and hadn't done. Trevor had mentioned you, years ago. I knew you were in his unit, and I knew he thought of you as a brother. I always meant to reach out to you, but I never did it. That was why I called your aunt and asked for your number.""Oh, God, are you okay?" he asked."I'm getting better," I replied. "I was hoping you could visit with us—me, my mom and my sister. It always felt like we should have invited you to be with us after my brother died. I get the feeling he would have brought you home with him, from the way he talked. Your Aunt Marisol said you weren't going to visit with th
"I promise, I won't do anything to hurt Paul, ever," she said a little too seriously. "I want him around for the long haul, and I won't forget that."Mom nodded and gave us a loving look. "Good," she said.As soon as we heard her driving away, I turned to Patricia. "I need to tell you something," I said. Then I thought for a moment. "Actually, I need to tell you everything."* * *She had tears in her eyes after I shared the dream with her. "Do you agree?" I asked softly. "Do you want to share the rest of our lives with my mother?""Oh, Paul, she's our mother now." Patricia swallowed heavily, fighting back tears. "I can't imagine our life without her in it.""Okay," I said. "Now I need you to help me out of the bed.""Oh, you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked as she helped me slide out from beneath the covers. She looked a little alarmed when I sank to the floor."No," I said, smiling at her. "I just always wanted to be down on one knee when I did this.""Oh, Paul!" she sobbed. S
I woke up again really late that night. Jeannie was sobbing uncontrollably in my mother's arms next to my bed. Nobody else was in the room."Shh. It's okay," Mom reassured her."Oh, Mom, I feel terrible," Jeannie whispered. "I love Patricia to death, but I have been so jealous. I wanted Paul all to myself. I just know I'll never find another guy like him, no matter what! And now...God, we can't lose him!""I understand, sweetheart. It's been even tougher for me," mom murmured softly. She looked out the open doorway carefully before she went on. "You can never tell anyone, but I have felt the same way.""Really?""Mmm-hmm. It may have been even worse for me, though. I'm his mother. There's no way he and I could—Oh, Paul! You're awake!""Mmm," I murmured. "Hey. What time is it?"Jeannie got shakily to her feet and held my water bottle so I could sip from the straw.I managed to act like I hadn't heard that intimate conversation, even though it had left me shaken.* * *I felt sick to my
Joanne was sitting with her back to me, but I saw her nod and then she took a long sip of her coffee. "I was just glad I could be here for you. I have the training for this, after all. I love you all so much, and I'm just glad you called." She turned to me with a loving smile on her face and reached over to squeeze my knee. "That was quick thinking on your part, when you made that call."I shook my head. "Oh, I can't really take credit for that. Trevor told me to call you."Four pairs of eyeballs widened and stared at me. Mom was the first to clear her throat and speak."What did you say?"I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I was really too tired to get into this now..."Never mind," I tried feebly."No," Joanne said firmly. "What did you mean by that?""Trevor...talks to me sometimes," I said.Mom, Jeannie, and Patricia got sad smiles on their faces. Mom swallowed a lump in her throat."Whenever things seem bad and I don't know what to do, I can hear him," I said, moving my hand beside
Patricia hugged my mother just as desperately and bawled. I wrapped my arms around both of them and couldn't help but cry along with them. Jeannie calmly steered the three of us across the parking lot, and we had to disengage from that awkward three-way hug to get inside the door. Jeannie grabbed Patricia and hugged her as soon as we were inside.We went through a full box of tissues, crying our eyes out and hugging each other. Patricia was exhausted after the long drive. I took her into the bathroom and gently showered her body. Then I held her in my arms while she slept. Sleep just wouldn't come for me.I was still awake four hours later when Joanne arrived. I could hear Mom welcoming her and the two of them talking softly. They peeked into my room and I gave them as warm a smile as I could muster. They smiled back and gently pulled the door closed before retreating to the other bedroom.I think everyone else managed to get at least a little sleep. When Patricia woke up in my arms,
I smirked as her legs shook under her, as she lay her head against my chest. We didn't speak for a few minutes. The only sounds coming from us were our heavy breathing as we tried to relax. Finally, mom looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "So that was what you forgot?"I smiled down at
I then crawled towards her slightly shaking body and gently but firmly pushed her backward on the bed, so that she was now on her back. Her skimpy nightgown had risen up, fully exposing her glistening wet pussy to me. Motherslut remained silent as she looked at me slightly fearful, but I could tell
I smirked when motherslut stiffened and attempted to hide from me by cuddling closer and refusing to look at my face. I smirked when I thought that she probably had her eyes closed too. I also had to withhold a moan, as I felt her pussy quiver at my comment. I continued, "I love the way your juices
I dropped my head and looked up at her with wide and innocent eyes, as I asked "Does that mean you'll spank me, mistress Chantel? Have I been a bad girl for calling you slut?"Chantel did spank me now. She brought both of her hands up and then back down to deliver a spank to both of my ass cheeks,







