"Is it okay for me to call you Angela?"She bit her bottom lip and pushed some of her hair to the side. Was sheactually having to think about this? She... gave a barely audible gaspedand smiled, like she just understood he was making a joke. "Oh! Hehe,yes, you may call me Angela."She sat down and scratched her elbow. She stared very intensely at hercomputer screen. She hadn't even hit her power button. She nervouslypulled out her notebook and wrote something down. "So, um, Robert howhave you...". I was up in my paneled attic room watching CNBC, reading the paper and writing a telecoms article–big multiplexing day. I went over to the window and realized I was hearing AK’s . . . tap, tap, tap. Cyclic rate of 600rpm. That’s a lot of ammo to carry but the IRA was using burst fire . . . tap tap tap. A guy comes down the Ormeau Road with his AK in a garbage bag–he’s a kid. He wears jeans and a white tee shirt and white trainers. He gets languidly into the back of a red Ford and fucks off. I. She spat on her hands andbegan mixing her spittle with her juice and my precum, rubbing my penisuntil it was fully erect again. I put my hand on the top of her slimhips and felt her ass. Then she held my dick in both hand and placed itso it touched her twat."Ready?" she asked me. I nodded, and she lowered herself down. Her fleshslid tightly over my cock, down, until her cunt had completely swallowedmy penis. Then she lifted herself up again so I almost came out of her,then down again. She got a. "Look what you did to me, Mom. Look what thinking about you did to me." Danny," I said, never taking my eyes off the tip of my son's cock. Was there a glint of liquid on the tip? It was hard to tell in this light. Finally I said, "You have to leave. Right now before you do something you'll be sorry for." I'm not going to do anything, Mom. That's for tomorrow. That's when we're going to do something. Something important. That's when we're going to make a baby. Make it right here." He stepped.