I’ll tell you when I don’t have time for you.’ I managed to get out of the car and she handed me my crutches. I was still fitting them onto my f...orearms when she took off, the engine howling as she floored it. I looked after her and wondered what the hell was happening. The next few weeks, as spring turned to summer, were strange. She came most days, sometimes for an hour, sometimes for half the day, and we talked about nothing much, and when she went the sun dimmed a notch. Some days she. I hadn’t done that since I was a k** but I did as instructed. You took a pic with your phone as I did. I reached for you to help me up. You fell for it, lmao. I pulled you down on top of me. You kissed me as we laid there. Damn you were beautiful with your nose and cheeks red from the cold. I wanted to get up and go inside and fuck each other feverishly but we just laid there in the snow. I had hunting gloves on so my hands were warm. I took my right glove off and slid my had inside. Phil couldn't believe his own eyes, when he saw Sharon coming from Rob's room, tits hanging out and glistering with cum."What the hell is going on here," he asked an almost paralysed Sharon."Ahh, well, it's not like you think," she stammered."Well, it certainly looks like cum on you tits and coming from our son's room, it does not take a genius to figure out what's happened." She just stood there with cum dripping from her tits, didn't know what to say.Then he did something unexpected. He went. I felt the heat, the gushing inside me; I needed him, bad.He kissed my ears, ?Tomorrow, we will do your pussy.?I shook like a leaf, terrified.He led me to the billiard table, bent me over it, tender breasts crushed against the green fabric, my arms, unbound, draped over the felt. He caressed my back, as yet unsullied by whip or cane; he caressed my ass, still tender from its whipping. I felt his lips on my ass cheeks.I felt his finger, coated in Vaseline, against my puckered rear. My fingers.