The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... wife climaxed, he fished out the keys from his pocket. Isolating a small silver one, he bent down and opened the drawer at the bottom left. He placed the wooden box on his desk, blew away the accumulated dust, and removed its contents. "Ohhh!! My god! I fucking missed this cock!" As he quaffed the last of the Glendronach 15, he signed his name onto the document, weighted it down with the empty bottle, and picked up his drop-point survival knife. *THUNDERCLAP* Garrett grew impatient, stepping out of bed. He walked over his boxers, his now flaccid manhood wagging with his steps; while a small part of him wondered where his father was, the teen was largely concerned in restarting his indulgences of maternal comfort. The idea made his balls tingle and slowly pumping blood into his indefatigable joystick. He walked into the master bedroom, only to find it completely empty. His attention was drawn by the paper on the desk dancing to the storm outside the window. He quickly walked to the window, pulling it shut. Gathering the papers, he weighted them down with the empty liquor bottle on the side. His gaze focused on a section of the paper, lit faintly by moonlight. "I devise, bequeath, and give my..." His attention was refocused to the master bathroom by the sound of moving water. The door was closed, but light peered through the bottom. His alertness slowly rising, he walked over to the door, accidentally stepping on some wilted flowers on the way. He slowly pushed the creaky door open. He was relieved to find his mother, kneeling quietly by the tail end of the bathtub. He grasped her by the shoulder to turn her around. Kristen Bunker smiled.