It was white and it was crusty. It didn’t look like normal feminine discharge. It looked like cum…semen…spunk…whatever you want to call it. I ...was shocked! Who was she fucking? I had monitored everything that came in on her phone. Text messages, e-mails, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, photos, everything. Who was she fucking? Who was the lucky guy? How did I not know? How did I miss it? Where was she fucking him at? All these questions and more swirled in my mind. She was off taking some college. ” I did as she said and I hope she noticed that the young body underneath was not like the old face above it. I stay in pretty good shape rowing on the college crew team. Heidi handed me a white T-shirt which I put on. Then she helped me into the fat vest. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked, but still weighed nearly 10 pounds I’m sure. The vest fastened around my neck with a clip in the back. When Heidi zipped it down my back, I looked down at what seemed to be a 40 year old beer belly. I put my. She was not yelling FAGGOT at me, wasn’t mad, wasn’t anything. It was just like every other morning. I got up my courage, and glanced at her. She was getting into the cupboard to get a coffee cup, and I could see the curve of her ass, wrapped in black panties as her t-shirt rode up as she stretched for the cup. I realized I had seen the exact same thing hundreds of time before, but this morning, it went straight to my crotch and made the hardness there even worse.Mom got her coffee and turned. No one was home when I got there, so I went to the patio and found Steve playing with my boys. He and Mercy were on the floor with them, making noises and tickling them. I watched them, knowing how much they must have enjoyed all the babies they had. When I got down with them, Steve said, "Heard you flew a charter that turned out to be one for some of our local goons. According to DeDe, you were able to keep them quiet by finding some bad weather. Good thinking, Sal."As we played, Steve.