So the situation had made us the mother son duo more attached to each other emotionally.But my father was not a bad man. He just lived in his own way.... My mom was a very soft spoken & religious woman. She always cared for me. But now sometimes I was feeling guilty for my newly developed attraction towards her. But I could not help secretly watching her mind blowing movements of her ass and big boobs. Even at 48 now, she was looking like a queen. I was getting mad in lust for her. But all this. I did and they published it. The money from the book really helped to pay for her hospital bills. I just kept on writing them after she died.”The postman looked at Glen in awe. He said, “That’s an amazing story. Wow, I don’t even know what to say.”Glen just nodded. He accepted the box of books from the postman and set them on the floor. He said, “Well, I think my days as an author are almost over.”The postman frowned and asked, “Why? Don’t you realize that what you write gives a lot of people. It also contains additional herbs that will be absorbed into her abdomen tissues that will firm them up. My last pot of oil is for her pussy, the oil for this is different from all other however it still has an ingredient to simulate and sensitize the nerve endings.The wooden table has carved out space for placing the legs slightly apart, just enough to create a gap where the legs meet the hips, so that the oil falling on the pussy can flow down. The oil used for this is thinner than other oil. I did begin to dress a bit differently when I knew I would see him and started choosing what I wore to be just a bit sexier, a bit more provocative. I began to see for myself that he was looking at me and looking in a way that a man does at a woman he desires. As each time went by, it seemed like we were both just a tiny bit more open with the flirtatious nature of our banter and actions. He would now hug me when I brought something over, little pecks to the cheek became pecks to the lips, then.