It was not Mother's Day, not Valentine's Day, nor her birthday. No special day, not even the anniversary of the 'incident' of fateful memory. It was... an invitation to incest. It was a bold and blatant attempt to interest my dear mother in having intercourse with me, her only child, her son. I didn't know whether it would work or not. I thought that knowing my mother, as well as I did, that she would not be totally outraged. But she might just laugh it off, even if she was not offended. . Sir Norman was better than nothing, although it could never compare to Lord Newbury. That was a proper title. But if they could scrap the Royal Family, mightn't they also scrap the Honours System. Titles such as the Order or Commander of the British Empire had been anachronistic honorifics for well over a century and with no Britain, let alone a British Empire, they'd become even more anachronistic. But maybe they'd preserve the honorary title of 'Sir'.Sir Norman.Could he get used to that?The. Maybe you will even do it to me. Okay. I can deal. I need money and a place for us to stay. I’m legal. I even have my CAP Card to prove that I’m fifteen. I know that I could end up having to walk the streets, real easy. You guys should be a bit better. You need me to help a couple of your friends out? Fine. We need a place to stay for Penny and me, with food, and maybe some spare money. Keep Penny completely out of it and I’m your girl. Same deal as Daddy wanted, but he didn’t give me an option. Then she confessed her cunt was very sore and she was not in the mood for sex with me that night… She smiled with a devil grin and locked into the bathroom, for a cold shower. Two hours later I rolled over and spooned her on the bed. My dick was hard and I pushed her panties aside and slid my dick into her already slippery wet pussy. I whispered in her ear and asked why she was so wet…Ana smiled and said she had been thinking about Byron and that fantastic black cock of his. I pumped her wildly.