As the grill was going and the potatoes baking, the doorbell rang. My kids were out as usual but they knew dad had a date tonight and were quite surpr...ised since it was the first one since their mom died. Sara was beaming as I answered the door, wearing a yellow sun dress about knee length, with flowers on it. Her blond hair flowed around her shoulders and she looked gorgeous as I told her this. She reached up and kissed me, gently exploring my lips. She pulled back and handed me the wine she. “I just need a minute.”“Did you like my dancing?” she asked again. The mischievous look had returned to her eye.“It was fine,” I answered shortly.“Just fine, hmm?”Suddenly, I felt toes exploring the inside of my thigh.“Stop it!” I hissed at her, swiping her foot away with my hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”“I know you were watching me this afternoon,” Abby admitted in a whisper. “Did you enjoy the show? I’ll bet you did.” Her foot returned, pressing further between my legs, and finally. "She wrapped both hands around it and started licking the head like a lollypop, I moved my legs apart and my balls swung freely, she took one hand and cupped them, lifting them to her mouth and sucked one of my big nuts in her mouth. "Oh fuck yes mom, show your son what a good ball licking, cock sucking slut you can be for me."She moaned when I called her such vile names, and then spat on my cock, sliding her hands around and around, taking the big purple head in her mouth, sucking nosily. Her. The nights weren’t much better; with only Alistair and I having any sort of templar abilities, one of us had to be awake at all times to monitor the Architect. Because despite Utha’s poison and enough magebane to keep ten mages incapacitated, on the second day of travel, the Architect’s mana had begun to recover. He was still comatose, but there was no denying that he would be a risk the moment he awoke – and he was starting to get restless, twitching and rolling in his sleep. So I spent my.