I don’t know how I missed them. The first statues could have been any woman with a younger man but I recognized intimate details of Mom’s body, including the growth below her breast. Xnxx What I wasn’t so sure of was if Dad had consented to it. Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I would call them and see if they wanted it. Along the pathway leading into the forest, I found several more of Mom’s creations. We made love like that a lot over the next two months. The young man was curled up behind the woman, cradling her head in one hand and stroking her stringy, sparse hair with the other. I would call them and see if they wanted it. As the works progressed around the lawn, however, it became unmistakably clear that the woman was Mom and the young man was me. To anyone else except Dad and I, it was just a younger man fucking an older woman in the butt. Dad could have sat in our dining room before that night and observed us in the living room.
