I went to my room and saw mom went to her bedroom. I switched off my light and tried to sleep but could not sleep.I don’t know how long I was there ...in bed. At one point, I realized that I did not hear my dad entering the room. I came down from bedroom and peeked into my mother’s room to verify whether my dad has really come back or not.I saw her sleeping silently in night dress maxi alone. I came back to room and suddenly noticed there was light continuously blinking on my room. I peeked. Then almost crushed my head between her thighs as her orgasm struck.She released my entrapped head, positioning herself on top of me, licking her juices from around my mouth and lightly kissing my bruised lips. We had both been left short of breath and took a while to recover, her heart must have been pounding and needed to recover too."That was awesome,” she said, “that's why I've been horny all week, thinking about doing that."Now, thinking it was my turn, and wondering what she had in mind. ”Ello, James,’ said someone. ‘Sorry to ‘ear about yer uncle.’ It was Betty, Kylie’s mother from next door. ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘I’d like a word, if yer’ve got a moment,’ she said. I was about to make some excuse when she added, ‘It’s about Kylie.’ Fear gripped me. Kylie was at that moment lying on my front room floor fucked into oblivion. Could it be that Betty somehow knew? I invited her to continue and moved nearer the fence, but not too close because I feared what effect FUCK might have on. Those first fewvisits, she pumped me for details about Honey's death, the bastard whodid it, how we cleaned the room and where we burned the body. Shebrought some kind of specialist in to go over the room, looking forevidence of the murder I guess. We even tried to find the old garage butI couldn't recreate our original route. I'm pretty sure Bob planned itthat way. I think that she didn't believe that Honey was actually dead.I told her that Bob was never alone with Honey and he ripped out.