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   Copyright (C) 2002, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Tuesday PM, Aug 27, 2002

   Story codes: Fff/m con

   Story intro: When a terminal illness strikes Don, it brings this family
together in ways they never thought possible.  Clarissa does everything
humanly possible to make her son's final days the best.  His sisters,
Jayden and Kym, help as well.

   Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and
proofing.

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   My Legacy of Love

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Author's Note: This story has been written with the approval, and
permission, of a family that lived through the basics of the story.  I
thank them.



   This ride is one I prayed would never happen.  My fourteen-year-old son
has been taken from our family.  He fought bravely to the end, but his body
was weakened after too many treatments and was unable to sustain life
itself.  Tears run down my face, and that of my daughters who, like me, did
everything possible to make his last days memorable, to him and to us. 
Riding home gives me time to reflect on how we came to this pivotal point
in my family's life.  The ride seems to take forever.  The events of the
last three years flash through my mind.



   My family is like the majority of families in Abbotsville.  We enjoy a
close relationship with each other.  Our three children are two years apart
in age and are my reason for living.  Jayden is the oldest, and then Don
and Kym is the youngest.  All are very active is sports, with all three in
the local soccer leagues.  None are outstanding in the sport, but they all
give one hundred percent of their ability.  My husband, Ralph, has a
favorite saying: 'It isn't if you win or lose, but how you play the game.'
Nobody can give more than their very best effort.

   A bit about me: My name is Clarissa Maxwell.  At thirty-two, and after
three kids, the youngest being eight, I still take great pride in my body.
I exercise daily to keep trim and have been mistaken, numerous times, as
being in my early twenties.  I get many a wolf whistle to prove it.  I was
born in Abbotsville, as was my husband.  I am quadruple blest with three
fine healthy children and a loving, understanding husband.  Ralph's great
ability to earn reams of money allows me to be a stay at home mom.  I enjoy
my children and my home.  So far, my children are very respectful of each
other and of all the people they come in contact with.  They do very well
in school and are all in the top quarter of their classes.  I am very
proud.

   We are practicing Christians.  I believe it does wonders for the
children, giving them a balanced view of life.  As a close-knit family, we
have very few secrets from one another.  One avenue all the family enjoys
it the fact we are active nudists.  Yes, that is another reason I keep my
body in shape.  It is on display every weekend during the summer, on a
beautiful private beach, and in the winter at a large clubhouse our nature
club built on the property.  We, as a family, have our own winterized
cottage on the property, as do many others, who also enjoy the practice of
nudism all year round.

   I have been able to watch my family grow . . .  literally.  Jayden, at
ten, is showing signs of early puberty.  Her breasts are very evident and
the tuff of hair above her vulva is thick with dark black hair.  Don has
been growing steadily; at eight years old, his penis has to be at least
five inches, a fact that hasn't been unnoticed by the numerous preteen
girls in the park.  He is following in the footsteps of his dad, who is
well endowed at ten inches.  When Ralph's hangs flaccid, it is seven inches
and nearly five inches in circumference.  We have a very active sex life. I
enjoy every inch of my husband in every opening I have.  I learned early in
our marriage the joy of oral and anal sex.  Sometimes I feel that everybody
knows I like anal sex.  When I lean over, people can see the heavy wrinkles
on the rim of my rosebud, a joyous result of Ralph's large cock.

   Over the years of our membership in the club, I am increasingly aware
that men of all ages enjoy looking at me.  I keep my pubic hair trimmed and
my very thick outer luv lips are always very evident.  When I get excited,
they swell with blood making them doubly noticeable.  Ralph loves them and
enjoys licking me to climaxes at every opportunity.  Our Sunday morning
brunch at the nudist camp often proves embarrassing for some couples, as
cum slowly seeps from the girl's pussies as a result of an early morning
romp.  I personally think it is a wonderful sight of family love.  A family
that enjoys being close together usually stays together and one of the
cements for that bond is a very active sex life.

   Young Don discovered the beauty of girls at a very young age.  He
discovered masturbation at nine.  Many pairs of his shorts show that he has
mastered the art.  The volume of his young cum is very plentiful, judging
by the size of the stains.  At the park, I have often watched him playing
with the others in his age group, both boys and girls, always in a
semi-erect state.  Many of the girls go out of their way to display their
preteen charms.  I can't blame Don for being interested.

   Jayden has also matured and realized the wonder between her legs and the
sensitivity of her bosom.  The sound of her masturbating in the evenings
penetrates her bedroom door.  A couple of times I quietly opened it and
enjoyed watching her.  I do have a beautiful daughter.

   The next three years are as perfect as any family can get.  Ralph and I
are still deeply in love and look forward to our private time in our
bedroom.  He fills my every opening on a regular basis.  I truly think our
very active sex life keeps me fit and desirable to him and many others in
our club.  As for our children, they have grown as well.  Jayden now uses
my bras and panties.  I think she fills them better than I do.  She is
continually raiding my lingerie drawer.  I find my missing thongs, bikinis
and G-strings in the dirty clothes hamper.  Many panties have crusty
residue coating the crotches from her adolescent juice.  As a mother, I
hope she isn't sexually active; but, with her looks, she has many a boy
panting for her company.  I must have a talk with her about the birds and
the bees before it is too late.  As for Don, he continues to grow
everywhere, most noticeably his cock.  He has to be at least seven inches
soft and with a very formable girth.  I think he will surpass his dad.  I
can only hope he has the same respect for all his female friends as his dad
has for me.

   Then it happens.

   When Don is twelve it seems that someone let the air out of his balloon.
Over a short period of time he becomes listless and very irritable, not his
usually robust, humorous self.  After numerous trips to our family doctor,
and many expensive specialists, we get an urgent call from our doctor.  He
wants to see Ralph and myself as soon as possible.  We arrange for an
appointment the next morning.  We are hustled into the doctor's office. 
Our doctor is looking very grim.

   "Glad you could make this visit, Mr.  and Mrs.  Maxwell, please take a
seat."

   "What is this all about?  Don?"

   "I am afraid what I have to tell you will be very disturbing, to say the
least.  As you are aware, we have tested Don to determine the reasons for
his drastic personality changes and his failing health.  We have the
answer."

   For the next twenty minutes, we listen heartbroken as the doctor
explains.  Don has a very rare terminal disease.  It strikes one in ten
million.  No one knows what triggers it or what the source could be.  The
most devastating comment is that there is no cure.  Don's life expectancy
is eighteen months to two years.  There is no noticeable change when it
happens.  The organs just stop working, causing immediate death.  My son
has been given a death sentence at twelve years old.  The doctor further
explains that there are similar diseases with medications that should work
on Don to return him to his former self, concerning the personality
changes. The doctor holds out the carrot that new cures are being found
daily and that Don, optimistically, has two years.  Before we leave, we get
a list of appointments for Don: the first one is tomorrow.  The ride home
is very quiet.  The tears flow from my eyes.  Why Don?  He has always been
as healthy as horse.  He doesn't smoke, drink or do drugs.  I would gladly
change places with my son to give him a chance at life.

   Once home we don't tell any of the children what transpired.  Tomorrow,
Don visits to the clinic, when we return home will be soon enough.  Jayden
sees I have been crying and her woman's intuition gives her a good sense of
what happened.

   "Mom, what is wrong?  You have been crying.  What is wrong with Don?"

   "Oh, Jayden, you will have to wait till tomorrow.  Don has an
appointment.  Tomorrow at dinner we will all have a family discussion."

   That night Ralph makes love with me.  The passion between us is
explosive.  In an attempt to take my mind off the terrible day we both have
just been through, he starts the evening kissing and sucking on my pussy.
Gradually, my body takes my mind off the serious day and allows me to
relieve the stress through numerous climaxes.  Slipping down Ralph's body,
I take his enormous cock and suck it.  I am always amazed at the size of
his balls in his sack.  Our private joke has been if he ever strayed, I
would cut off his sack and make a carryall out of it.  His balls are the
size of golf balls.  I feel his hand on my face and look up.  He wants to
mount me.  I move into position and feel a comfortable, massive cock enter
me.  After three mind boggling climaxes, he lifts his body, removing his
cock from my pussy.  Knowing what he desires, I roll on my stomach and then
feel my cheeks being spread.  His tool slips into its third home.  I push
back to make sure he is in my anal cavity to the hilt.  What seems like
hours later, he ejaculates heavily into me.  Every searing sting of cum
gives me a great feeling of pleasure.  After he slips out of me, we cuddle,
spoon fashion, and go to a listless sleep; my dreams center in on Don.

   Both Ralph and I accompany Don to his appointment.  He seems to sense
something ominous is coming.  He is holding up better than I am.  I am
fighting back tears.  Don takes all the information surprisingly well.  He
asks the doctor a number of pointed questions.  The drugs will control his
personality changes and, for all intents in purposes, he will appear
healthy.  When the time comes, it will just happen.  The doctor assures him
that he can continue his life as before.  We all know that is just a dream.
The thought will be in all our minds.  It will be very hard for me to keep
up a good face.  Why?  Why?

   That night at dinner, we drop the bomb on his sisters.  Jayden and Kym
turn on the waterworks and I follow.  Don, who should feel the worst, is
comforting us by telling us not to worry.  After dinner, Jayden takes Don
in her arms and rubs her full body against him.  She kisses him
passionately.  This is not a brotherly kiss; it is a lover's kiss.

   "Bro, if there is anything I can do for you, all you need to do is ask."

   "Thanks, Jayden.  I will let you know."

   After three days on the drug, Don appears to be himself again.  He
returns to school, and to his sports activity, appearing to live each day
to the fullest.  My life takes on new meaning, throwing myself into
exercising and committee work.  Keeping busy keeps me from dwelling on the
`what ifs.' Watching him at the nudist camp, I see Don never lets up on his
activities.  His friends are not aware of his personal situation.  A large
number of young preteen girls seem to adore him.  When he goes swimming,
they are all near him, splashing and yelling.  It makes me wonder if
perhaps he is sexually active.

   Don's affliction doesn't seem to have stunted his growth.  Over the next
two years he gains seven inches in height, just a hair taller than his dad,
and at least an inch and a half more length in his penis.  The young girls
really take notice of him now.  Why he isn't in a contain state of arousal
I will never know!  Most of the young girls are very well endowed and make
no bones about wanting to be with Don.  Some of them shave, others trim and
some are full bushes.  For a male, the view has to be breathtaking. 
Actually, I enjoy the view of the young girls as well.

   Four months before his fourteenth birthday, Don suffers another
reversal. A visit to the doctor confirms the disease has advanced.  The
family bonds together and focuses on Don.  We are at his beckon call.  Many
evenings I've said good night with tears rolling down my face, between my
breasts and down through my pussy.  Tears of sorrow mixed with a surge of
luv juice.  For some reason, I get excited crying.

   The doctor confirms that Don isn't following the normal cycle of events
with his malady.  He has good days and some not so good.  Many an evening I
sit with him in his bedroom and we talk.  He tells me of his dreams and I
of mine.  I always make sure I am made up and look as attractive as
possible, hoping that when he looks at his mom, he sees hope and not a
heartbroken mom.  Often I see his sheet rise when I come into his room. 
Don's hard-on is formidable.  It hurts me to the core that he won't be
allowed to share his cock with some of the girls he knows and enjoy the
feeling, like his dad did with me when we were young.  What a loss. 
Looking at him, I want to slide my hand under the sheet and caress him till
he cums.

   "Don, how are you holding out?"

   "Good, mom, considering everything.  Jayden has been a real help to me."

   "Is there anything your mom can do for you?"

   "Not right now, mom."

   My curiosity gets the better of me.  What is Jayden doing for Don?

   "So, you sister helps you feel better?"

   "Yes, mom."

   "What has she being doing?"

   Don doesn't say anything, but his deep blush has me thinking.  What did
Jayden do for him that would make him blush?  Has she been having sex with
him?  Sucking him?  I keep looking at Don.

   "She hasn't been having sex with you, has she?"

   "No, mom.  She offered, but I said no."

   So, has she been giving him hand jobs, blowjobs or both?  I wonder.

   "Can I help you, like Jayden?"

   The blush takes on a deep hue of rosy red and I see his cock twitch
under the sheet.  Sliding my hand under to this cock I feel the large
growth of hair at the base of his engorge organ.  His shaft is hard and
long.

   "Mom, you don't have too.  Please."

   "But I want too.  Is this what Jayden does for you?"

   He nods yes.

   "And more?"

   Again he blushes deeper.  She has been sucking her brother.  Any other
time in our lives I would be upset, but Jayden is doing it because she
loves her brother.  I pull the sheet down.  Don's cock is near his dad's in
length and girth.  It is a magnificent sample of what a cock should be. 
His foreskin is back from his cock head slit with pearl of precum forming
as I gaze upon it.  His ball sack is larger than his dad's.  It looks like
two baseballs are hiding there.  It is massive.

   Grasping his shaft, I slowly pump.  Don sighs and closes his eyes.  With
the other hand I finger the head of his cock, flicking a bead of precum
onto a finger that I put to my lips.  Her tastes much like his father, but
milder.  I want to suck him, but wonder what Don would think if his mom did
engulf him.  Not realizing I have brought him to the brink, surge after
surge of cum shoots straight up in the air, nearly three feet.  I can't
believe the volume.  It is way more than Ralph's!

   "Mom, I am sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

   "Well, I did.  I know it will help you relax."

   Sheepishly, he nods in agreement.  I wipe him clean.  Leaning over him,
I kiss him good night.  Once in the bathroom, I lick my son's cum off my
hands and arms.  What a waste of sperm goes through my mind.  What
wonderful children Don could have fathered.  Later, with tears running down
my face, I look in on Don.  He is relaxed and smiling as his sister sucks
his cock.  Jayden didn't see me, so I softly closed the door.

   The image of Jayden sucking her brother stays with me all night.  In the
morning, I wake in a sweat.  Ralph has already gone to work.  A note on his
pillow tells me to have a good day and not to worry.  That's easier said
than done.

   During the day I am with Don, where I stroke him three times; each time
I bring him to a climax and each time I want to lean over and suck him dry.
The thought of Jayden sucking Don stays with me all day.  When Jayden comes
home from school she rushes in, gives me a quick kiss, and hurries to see
her brother.  In a way, I am jealous of her nerve to be sucking her
brother.

   That night, in bed with Ralph, we make love like there is no tomorrow.
Ralph comments on my enthusiasm.

   "Ralph, I feel so helpless.  I wish I could take Don's place.  I love
you Ralph; but, I want our son to live."

   "So do I Clarissa, more then you will ever know.  All my praying has
been for whatever ails Don to take me instead.  I have had some life and he
will have none.  I wanted to see his children, our grandchildren."

   That night, we slept spoon style.  In the morning, the results of his
massive dose of cum are all over my nighty.  Jayden meets me coming out of
the washroom and sees the mess and smiles knowingly.  I have a quick shower
and go to Don's room.  He is in a good mood and I notice his cock is not
erect.  Jayden has been to visit him before going to school.

   "I see Jayden has taken care of you."

   The blush confirms it.

   "Does she do it by hand or suck you?"

   "She likes to suck and I love her doing it.  I wish she would have been
willing to do it years ago."

   The look of shock on my face has him laughing.  I would have been so
upset if they had been practicing incest before; but, with Don's illness it
seems right.  Is Don doing anything for her?  Jayden is a very beautiful
girl, well-endowed, great body and she carries herself like a model.  She
has many boys attempting to date her without success.  She says she is not
ready for a boyfriend.  She does have a number of very close girlfriends. I
wonder.  They have sleepovers nearly every weekend.  Maybe she likes girls.
But, she also likes boys, as shown by her love for her brother.

   That night I watch as Jayden slips into Don's bedroom wearing a see
through nighty with no panties on.  My pussy gets wet thinking about the
possibilities.  Jayden has a good head on her shoulders and I don't think
physical desires will get the better of her.  I will talk to her tomorrow
after Ralph goes to work.

   "Jayden, you and I should have a talk."

   "Sure mom, but can it wait?  I have to go to school."

   "Well, it won't take long and I want to talk to you when dad isn't
home."

   "Okay."

   We are both eating breakfast.  She is dressed for school in her uniform,
her face is radiant.

   "I saw you going onto your brother's room last night with just your
nighty on with no panties.  What are you doing with Don?"

   "Don wanted to see my pussy close up.  I let him."

   "Is that all?"

   "No, he fingered me and then had me rub my pussy on his face so he could
lick me.  Mom, it feels so good!  Now I know what you and dad do."

   Now I am blushing.  I can feel the heat concentrate at my pussy.  I am
embarrassed about what I do with her dad while she is explaining that she
has her brother eat out her pussy.  This is strange, but my mind has me in
her place.

   "Anything else?"

   "Like sex?"

   "Yes."

   "Not yet."

   "What do you mean not yet?"

   "He hasn't asked me."

   "And if he does?"

   "I will let him take my cherry.  All the guys at our school have wanted
to date me and have attempted to take it.  If Don asks me, I will give it
to him willingly."

   With that, she jumps up from the table with a shout, "see you tonight,"
and she disappears from the room, leaving with my mouth open from her last
comment.  During the day, I give Don one hand job and in the afternoon I
get up enough nerve to give him a blowjob.  He still has strength in his
legs as he digs in and raises his lower body as he explodes in my mouth.  I
manage to swallow every drop.  I can see why Jayden enjoys sucking him. 
His cum is tasty and very thick.

   The house becomes noisy as the girls come home for school.  It is the
usually bedlam.  Kym comes into the kitchen and gets a glass of milk.

   "Mom, can I ask a very personal question?"

   All kinds of thing run through my mind.  Kym is at the age of questions
and wonderment about the world.  I never know what she will ask.

   "Of course, Kym, that is how you learn."

   "Last night I looked in on Don and Jayden was with him."

   "And?"

   "She was sucking his cock.  Why?"

   "Don is going through things in his life I hope you will never have to
experience.  What Jayden is doing is taking his mind of those problems.  It
makes a man feel good when someone sucks his cock."

   "Can I try, mom?"

   Now, where do I go?  If I say no she will wonder why.  If I say yes will
she want more?  I have seen her rubbing her pussy in the bath, but I don't
know if she has experienced a climax.  Once she does, there is no turning
back.  All the sex talk she has heard in the schoolyard will start making
sense.

   "I guess, if it is okay with your brother."

   Kym smiles and runs upstairs.  I hear her knock on Don's door, it opens
and then closes.  My children are growing up too fast.

   That night, Ralph and I discuss how Don is getting along, and then we
have sex.  He is surprised when I tell him about my conversation with Kym.
With cum dripping out of me, I make my final bed check on Don.  Jayden is
with him with her legs spread, sitting on his face.  She looks at me and
puts her finger to her lips.  She leans over and takes his cock in her
mouth and sucks.  Kym is sitting in the big lounge chair with her nighty
up, legs spread and her eyes closed, fingering herself.  I close the door
quietly.  The next day Don hits me with a shock.

   I had just finished sucking him dry and I'm watching his flaccid cock
when he asks me.

   "Mom, I want to fuck a girl.  I know I shouldn't be thinking of things
like that; but, I want to experience a girl."

   I nearly choked.

   "Haven't your sisters and I been keeping you satisfied?"

   "Oh mom, you and sis have been wonderful.  Kym came in last night and
nearly shocked me telling me she wants to help like Jayden.  She undressed
and got in bed with me and started sucking me.  I can't believe it was my
little sister, Kym.  She has really grown up.  There are no better mothers
or sisters in the world, but I wish I could experience sex with a woman."

   Kissing him I leave him drained with his thoughts.  That night in bed, I
relate what happened with Don to Ralph.

   "Well, we could get him a hooker.  I see plenty down town.  A number of
them are very beautiful."

   "I don't really thing getting a hooker is the answer.  Maybe we can talk
him out of it."

   "Don't count on it.  Don knows he is on borrowed time.  I can't blame
him."

   For nearly two weeks, Ralph and I talk about this at bedtime.  During
that period, Jayden, Kym and I keep administering to Don's sexual needs. 
For the last two days, I have worn a very sheer nighty giving him the
opportunity to see my body.  My nipples are always hard and my breasts have
very little sag.  My pubes are exposed to him when I sit down, as the slit
in the front of my nighty opens to my navel.  He hasn't asked to touch me,
but I know he wants to.  Every day he asks the same question, "When can I
fuck someone?" Every day I keep putting him off.

   When Kym comes home from school now, it is a race between she and Jayden
to see who administers to Don.  Kym's physical changes are more than
impressive for her age.  I hadn't realized how fast she is growing.

   One night, when Ralph and I are talking, he makes a suggestion.

   "Why don't you be his lover, Clarissa?"

   I nearly choke at the comment.

   "You can't mean that Ralph!  That would be incest!"

   Actually, that is a very stupid comment, considering what his sister and
I have been doing for Don over the last couple of months.

   "Well, can you think of a better lover besides his sisters?  You would
be gentle and could take care of all his needs.  You are home all the time,
so you could have sex anytime of the day when he is up to it.  I can't
think of anyone else, other than Jayden and, maybe, Kym."

   It takes nearly a week of soul searching before I agree with Ralph.  I
want the best for my son.  I never did tell Ralph that Jayden volunteered
to give herself to Don; if that was to happen, I know Kym would want to do
it too.  Ralph agrees I should sleep with Don for as long as he is able. 
He will sleep in Don's room and Don can sleep with me.

   "You can be his lover for as long as it takes.  I can wait for you.  It
will be a big sacrifice for me.  I love you so much Clarissa."

   The following day I tell Jayden.  She is delighted.

   "Oh Mom, I would do it too.  Will you let me get a prescription for the
pill?  Maybe I can help dad."

   "What are you saying, Jayden?"

   "Well, if you are with Don, Daddy will need someone to keep him company.
I will."

   This is something I never thought would come up.  What can I say? 
Incest, as an excuse, won't hold, as that is what I have agreed to do with
my son.  I just leave the question, and suggestion, unanswered.

   Hugging Jayden I agree to call the doctor today for an examination. 
Whether I will let her have sex with her brother or her dad is another
question.  Later, after Ralph goes to work and Jayden goes to school, Don
comes down for breakfast.

   "Good morning, Don.  How are you today?"

   "Good, mom.  I feel a bit better.  I hope it means something."

   "Your dad and I have come to a decision about you having sex."

   "You have?  What is it?"

   "We both agree that it should happen."

   "Oh mom, thank you!  When?  With Who?"

   "Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

   "You are mom; but, please . . .  quit teasing me and tell me who?"

   "Me."

   Don drops his spoon midway from the bowl of cereal to his mouth.

   "You mom?  Are you sure?"

   "Yes Don, we are.  A stranger will not do.  Your dad is in full
agreement.  Actually, it was his suggestion, so you can thank him.  I am
yours.  Dad will sleep in your room and you will be beside me."

   "How long mom?"

   "Till . . ."

   There is a tear in Don's eye as he comes to me and hugs me.  His hand
goes between my legs and I spread them to accommodate him.  His finger runs
up and down my slit, then he cups my vulva.

   "Oh mom, I don't know what to say.  I love you."

   "That is perfect."

   "Can I see you now mom?"

   "Boy, you are in a rush.  Let me shower first, ok?"

   "OK, mom.  I really don't know how much time I have left."

   I know he says that to be a joke, but I have to fight back tears as I go
to the bathroom.  The first thing is to trim my bush.  When I was in
college, a roommate of mine taught me how to shave a heart just above my
clit.  My vulva is already swollen just thinking about Don.  My own son
will be fucking me.  Nearly fourteen years ago he came into the world
stretching my pussy.  Soon, my son will be back in my pussy stretching it
again!  I pray this isn't wrong.  After drying myself, perfume is dabbed on
the important places of my body.  My lipstick is kiss proof.  I have no
idea if Don will just want to fuck or have foreplay too.  I will submit to
his wishes.  Donning a sheer black on black robe, I slowly walk to our
bedroom.  Then I hear the shower on the main floor.  Don is getting ready
for his mom.  Quickly I make the bed with clean sheets and sit down and
wait.  Don comes to the bedroom with just a towel around his waist.  He has
a massive hard-on that is straining against the towel.  When I stand, he
drops the towel and comes into my arms.  His cock pushes against me as we
hug.  He guides me to the bed.

   Don has me lay on the pillow and then gently spreads my legs, peeling
the robe to each side.  He stares at my honey hole.  I watch, as he licks
his lips.

   "Mom, you are beautiful.  I have never seen you look so ravishing.  What
can I do?"

   "I am here to serve you, Don Whatever you desire: we will try and do."

   He lowers his face between my legs.  His tongue flicking my clitoris
nearly had me jump out of the bed it feels so good.  His hand caresses my
outer luv lips as he sucks my protruding clitoris.  I am swooning with
pleasure.  One finger, then another, enters me.  He surprises me when he
touches my brown rosette.  Slowly his finger enters my asshole.  I don't
know where or how he learnt to do this, but I can appreciate it.  Soon, I
have my heels digging into the mattress as I lift my pussy into his face
and cum.  Stars are everywhere.  When I return to earth, he is between my
legs with his massive hard on, poised to enter me.  At this angle, he is
larger than his dad.  Slowly he enters me, and then lies on top of me.  I
wrap my arms around him and we kiss.  We strike a rhythm and it feels
breathtaking.  Don soon has me panting to climax; but, I stay with him,
wanting both of two cum together.  When I feel his body stiffen, I hang on
and push up against him.  His cum seems to pour deep inside me.  I don't
let go until I feel his cock go soft.  He slips out of me, rolling to his
back.

   "Oh, Mom!"

   Tears are flowing from his eyes and I start sobbing with him.  We hug
and kiss.  His hands are on my breasts, and then he fondles my nipples.  He
finally cuddles up with a nipple in his mouth sucking.  Memories of him
breast-feeding flash though my mind.  Soon he is asleep, but he never
releases my nipple.

   Don turns out to be a virile as his father.  We manage to fuck twice,
before Jayden and Ralph return home.  I manage to get dressed in a blouse
and some form fitting slacks.  Ralph comes in and kisses me.

   "I can see that glow on your face, Clarissa.  My son is satisfying his
mom."

   Again tears come to my eyes and Ralph hugs me.  We kiss.  After dinner,
we spend some time together before showering and retiring.  Ralph and I
kiss as we enter separate bedrooms for the first time in all our years of
marriage.  Don is waiting for me.  Naked, his stunning erection is standing
at attention.  It is so handsome.

   "Mom, I can sleep in my own bed, if you want to sleep with dad."

   "No, honey, it is okay.  Your dad just kissed me goodnight."

   Don is like his dad.  He hugs me and runs his hands all over my body. 
His butterfly kisses, up and down my neck, drive me wild.  In minutes, I
forget the situation and concentrate on his manipulations of my body.  When
he mounts me, I am more than willing, meeting his every plunge with a
strong thrust upwards.  My womb is open to his gush of sperm, as a climax
sweeps over me.  Pulse after pulse of his hot cum ejaculates deep into me.
Finally softened, he rolls to the right and I move into him, spoon fashion,
and fall asleep.

   From the first day we start, everything is recorded in my diary.  I want
to be able to relive every moment, every feeling, and every climax with my
son.  Every morning while sitting on the throne, I bring it up to date.  It
has a little lock shaped like a heart.  I keep the key on a chain around my
neck.

   Don and I have sex at least twice a day for nearly a month and a half.
He seems to be stronger as we go along.  His ability to bring me to the
brink improves to the point where I have three or four vaginal climaxes
every time we fuck.  I seem to be walking in a daze between sessions.

   We become very innovative.  Don enjoys anal sex as much as his dad. 
Often, I have both my pussy and my asshole full of his abundant cum.  When
he titty fucks me, the volume of his cum nearly drowns me.  His laughter,
as I cough and spit, gets me laughing as well.  Later we shower together. I
take great pains washing his cock and body.  With the water flowing, I give
him a blowjob after he kisses me, using his tongue, getting a taste of his
jism.

   One day Don seems his old self again, which leads me to wonder if the
doctors could have been wrong.  The day has me filled with so much of his
cum it is running done my legs all day.  Every time I go to the washroom, I
can smell my son.  That night I douche and prepare myself for my son. 
Reflecting back, I remember he took his time and had me reeling with
passion for nearly an hour before he took me.  I remember I thought he
would never stop cumming.

   Waking in the morning, and looking at Don, my tears flow.  During the
night, he passed away in his sleep.  It took all I could muster to make
sure all evidence of our lovemaking is removed before I called the doctor.

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   Riding home, the day of the funeral, has all the family in tears.  My
beautiful young son is gone.  As I hug my two girls, we remember Don.

   Over the next three weeks, the family starts its rebirth without Don. 
Jayden is going out again.  Kym is just starting to notice boys in the
dating sense.  Ralph and I have resumed our sex routine.  We both miss our
only son.  One morning, while on the throne reliving my son via my diary, I
counted we had passionate sex sixty nine times.

   Two months later, I can't figure out why I am gaining weight.  I have
resumed my exercise and swim at the club at every opportunity.  Concerned
that there is a problem, I make a doctor's appointment.  After a number of
tests, the doctor sent me home with a reappointment on Friday.

   "Come in.  Come in Clarissa.  I have some good news for you."

   "Then, it is nothing serious?"

   "Heavens no!  You are about to become a mother again.  Congratulations
to you and Ralph!"

   I am stupefied.  Ralph and I have been sexual active without protection
since Kym was born.  We always wanted more children, but I thought I was
unable to conceive again.  It turns out that Ralph has the problem.  The
child I am carrying is my son's.

   Ralph is ecstatic when he learns of the news.  Jayden hugs me.  Kym
isn't old enough to realize what has happened.  Jayden does.



   I deliver a perfectly healthy baby girl.  I can see so much of Don in
her eyes.  Coming home from the hospital is like Christmas.  The house is
decorated and there are gifts for the baby.  She has a healthy appetite and
soon has my nipples elongated.  Nursing her is a family affair.  Everyone
enjoys watching.  Her name is Donna, in memory of her dad.  She will always
remind me of my wonderful son.

   That night, Jayden comes up to me and whispers in my ear.

   "Mom, am I a sister or an aunt?"

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