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Mother
by wankmydiddly (wankmydiddly@gmail.com)
***
A mother who loves her son, takes care of his every
need. (Fb, preteen, inc)
***
Author's Note: all characters and events pure fiction.
Abusive behavior is not condoned in any shape or form.
***
Chapter 1
You see Charlie, other stuff happened to me at that
young age which shaped my sexuality forever.
Having been using mum's cunt stained panties for a
couple of years, I guess by now I was past age 11 or so,
it became more thrilling for me to spunk into her dirty
undies, you know that thick yellowish stained bit,
sometimes the stain so thick you could peel a bit off
and suck on it. Well, I had the urge to spurt my spunk
right in there. At first I used to feel guilty after I
had cum, and attempt to wipe it out before putting them
back. But later, I got more of a thrill from leaving it
soak right in.
Well, my dad worked odd shifts, sometimes he'd leave
home around mid-day not returning until late evening.
It was just such a day, a Saturday I well remember,
because one of my mates had called by to visit for an
hour or so.
This was the late 1950's and we had no bedrooms filled
with TV sets and games and stuff, my bedroom had just a
bed in it. So, anyway, after an hour this pal went home.
Early in the afternoon, mum asked me to go with her
upstairs, but before we went she had locked up the doors
front and back. There were no cars sitting outside
houses then Charlie to show folks if you were at home or
not, and no phone even. So she knew we couldn't get
interrupted.
I followed her to my bedroom and was horrified to see on
my bed a pair of her panties I knew I had used the day
before to spunk into.
She closed the door and just stood there, with me
blushing to high heaven, panic-stricken.
"Pick them up," she said, glancing over at them.
I mumbled some excuse.
"no, go on, I insist, pick them up," she said, a little
louder, "it's ok I won't get mad at you I promise."
I had to obey, and did so.
"Look in the inside."
I opened them and found her usual yellowy white stains
plus the telltale marks left by my dried spunk.
I was utterly speechless.
"I want you to know," she said, "that I don't mind you
do that, if that's what you enjoy"
"but mum, I errr, I never..."
She stopped me.
Reassuringly, " it's fine, I want you to have as much
pleasure as you can son, but I also want you to know
there are things that are nicer still than what you are
doing. Remember last week I told you about where babies
come from, well I want to teach you a little more of the
things you need to know."
I was stunned, speechless.
"take off your clothes Graham, go ahead its fine, I want
you to do it for me."
I began with shoes, etc, and eventually stood only in
underpants.
She slid them down for me and my boyish sized rock hard
cock sprang into view.
It must have been only 5 inches in those days and pencil
thin, but hard as a rock by now.
She laid me on the bed, and knowing exactly what she was
doing, proceeded to gently stroke the shaft, easing the
uncut skin back some. After about four strokes my spunk
erupted in the air like a fountain, going higher than
I'd ever seen, in the most intense orgasm I'd ever had
in my life. I simply couldn't believe how nice it felt.
I pumped jet after jet of my thick white spunk up and
over my stomach, chest and her hands.
She just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back any
longer, but also she knew the next move.
Boys of my age could repeat without going soft, and she
knew it. Her nimble fingers continued to work my cum
covered cockhead.
As I lay there groaning with delight she was whispering
to me telling me what a good boy I was, and how my cock
was so wonderful, and how much she loved her boy, and
would do anything for him.
She stood up, and slid down her panties, without
undressing fully. She used them to clean up my spunk
from my tummy.
She laid beside me, and raised her skirt, exposing to
me, for the first time her hair covered mound. Nobody
shaved in those days Charlie. That sight blew my mind,
as her legs parted, showing me the vaginal labia opening
up, moist, inviting, and what's more I could smell it,
that wonderful cunt smell.
She pulled me over onto her, face to face, eyes looking
into eyes, and I felt my erect cock fall between her
legs, onto the labia.
Her agile legs opened wider as she reached under me, and
guided my throbbing cock towards her vaginal opening.
With very little readjustment, the thin shaft eased its
way into her moist vagina, until I was in to full depth.
It felt like heaven Charlie, absolute heaven. I'd never
known anything like it in my life.
Her expert bodily movement intensified every sensation,
as her cunt muscles squeezed and squished my boy-cock.
She continued to tell me what a good boy I was, and how
she wanted me to enjoy it, whispering in my ear as the
bed creaked and groaned to my inexperienced virgin
thrusting's. Obviously, having spunked only 5 minutes
before I lasted longer this time.
However, her voice in my ear was urging me to cum up
her.
"c'mon Gra" she hissed, " fill me with your spunk, mummy
wants you to cum up me"
As she whispered she thrust back in time with me...and
of course... POW! I blew my load up her cunt.
Streams of my next wad filled her cunt...as I continued
thrusting, not wanting it to end.
But the sensations eventually died away, and I lay on
her, eye to eye, she smiled up at me, lovingly.
"oh fuck Gra" she whispered " that was lovely, I love
you so much baby boy, now gently slide yourself of me,
so I can wipe myself clean, that's it, that's the way"
I slid off and she caught the oozing spunk in her
discarded panties before it could mess her skirt or the
bed.
I watched fascinated by the whole process, as the scent
of her raw sex filled my nostrils.
That pussy sure smelled so good to me.
I suppose having cum twice that quickly I was now more
relaxed an my cock softened slowly.
She lay there for a moment or two...after wiping...then
looked over smiling...
"That was beautiful, just perfect" she whispered.
I attempted to say...sorry mum...but...
But she stopped me...
"Don't be sorry baby boy, mummy loved it, and mummy
wants you to have more, I think I'd better undress
properly."
She stood and stripped, her firm breasts and large brown
nipples on show for me.
The clothes dropped to the floor and she stood naked and
smiling, my cock now beginning to get another erection.
She laid down beside me again, having wiped once more
her wet labia, and opened her sweet sweet milky white
thighs.
That juicy looking gash exposed to me.
"now look son" she explained " you may have cum twice,
but mummy hasn't even cum once yet, so mummy's going to
show you how to do it for me, would you like that ?"
"Oh f-fuck yes mum... oh please yes, will you show me?"
She smiled lovingly at me, "Of course I will Gra, course
I will, get yourself down here between my legs, yes
that's it, just get comfy there."
She took my hand and placed my index finger on her half
swollen clitoris.
I didn't have a fucking clue what it was, or what it was
for, but I could feel that half erect little bump under
my fingertip.
"Now if you gently rub on that Gra, mummy will enjoy
it."
So I did, carefully, gently, but it got a bit dry.
"wet your fingertip in your mouth sweety," she
whispered.
I did so and resumed that stroking motion.
Her groans told me I was doing something right.
Returning my finger to my mouth frequently moistened it
up wonderfully well and also allowed me to taste her
juices.
She instructed me as to how fast and how hard to rub,
helping me all the way as her groans became louder and
faster.
Her clitoris swelled up, hardening considerably, and her
grunting reached a crescendo as she began to tremble and
shudder, her legs clamping on my hand, rocking against
my fist, my fingers, juices flowed copiously from her
vaginal opening, and her grunting was amazing. I thought
to myself, what the fuck have I done, when she turned
her head to me, smiling, and whispered
"Oh Gra... that was fucking wonderful, thank you thank
you..." I had produced a wonderful orgasm for her.
She pulled me over onto her once more and we kissed,
tongues probing, she tasting her own juices, as my now
erect cock found its way up her again.
I fucked her good and long, and as before she was urging
me to spunk into her, my fit young body obliged her, and
soon I was pumping more of my semen into her, right into
the place I'd come from.
I eased my now soft penis from her cunt and rolled aside
as I now took control and did the wiping for her.
Her smiling face beaming up at her special boy, cleaning
his spunk from mummies juicy cunt, carefully studying
that little button of a clit, examining her shape, form,
juices. Wanting more...and yes more was to come...
Chapter 2
I hope you have read part one first, don't get them out
of order, they won't make any sense.
I simply have to declare here that some is stuff I
wished for, and some is what happened, as a kind of
disclaimer if you like Charlie.
I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which.
So, there we were, mid afternoon on that Saturday, in my
room. Mum gave me a kiss, and told me to get dressed,
then as I did so, she also put on most of her clothes,
except the damp panties that had been used to wipe my
spunk.
We both went downstairs and as I made a cup of tea for
her, and poured myself a lemonade, she went to the
toilet. I sat in the lounge waiting for her, and when
she entered there was a short awkward silence until she
came over, took the tea and sat next to me.
"Now then," she said quietly, "No-one will ever know
what we've done today Graham, it's going to stay as our
little secret ok?"
"Err, sure Mum... I promise I won't tell anyone, thank
you for showing me how nice it is."
Her milky white thighs were exposed a little beside me,
by her short skirt, tempting me to reach out and caress
her leg.
However, she pulled my hand off immediately.
"No, don't!" she scolded me, "don't do that down here
ever again, the doors are unlocked and someone could
walk in and find us. That's way too dangerous."
I must have looked sad.
"Don't be disappointed," she reassured me, "there's
still much more to show you, but you'll have to leave it
to me to decide if it's safe to do it... ok?"
Obviously, I was in no position to argue and agreed with
her.
"If ever you get horny, and want it, just say these
words, 'Mummy I'm hungry please, and I will decide if we
have time and space to do it. They will be our special
words darling, do you understand?"
I didn't say anything.
"There will be times," she added, "when I might decide
to come to you in your room., for instance early morning
if Dad is gone to work on early dayshift, but you'll
have to let me decide."
*
An hour later, after we'd had some food and finished our
drinks, my hungry young body was again filled with
desire for more, so I uttered our magic words " Mummy
I'm hungry please"
Mum looked over at the clock, then said, "It's only 4pm,
Dad won't be home until 11, we have plenty of time, go
lock front and back, then come up to your bedroom."
With a pounding heart I did just that, and climbed the
stairs.
Mum was laying on my bed in just her panties, and I
began to undress at her invitation.
As I reached my fully naked state, my thin boy-cock
sprang out once more to attention, totally erect and
throbbing.
"We have to be finished up here by 6 o'clock," she
commanded, "then it's over until next time ok?"
I agreed, and got on the bed beside her, as she pulled
me onto a beautiful tongue exchanging kiss, saliva
mixing and mingling.
"You'll have to let me lead the way, and show you what
to do darling," she instructed me, "slide off mummy's
pants."
I did so, exposing her lovely mound, dark hair covering
it, those plump labia forming the perfect shape.
"Mummy's going to show you better ways to please me now
Graham."
as she opened her thighs, exposing the gash to me once
again. I followed her instructions and got between her
legs as before, kneeling there, my head close enough to
smell her sex, inhaling her perfume, filling my head,
making me almost swoon.
"Begun to stroke me right there again love," she said
quietly. "Mmm, yes... that's the spot. Wet you finger a
little more..."
I could feel the bud of her clitoris beginning to harden
as her breathing quickened a little.
"Slip a finger up inside mummy's vagina love, have a
feel inside, take your time now don't rush me."
I obliged her and slid that right index finger into the
inviting wet interior of her cunt. It felt fantastic to
be in there, feeling around with my finger, making quiet
squishing noises, as she moaned approval at me.
"Push two fingers up," she moaned, and of course her
vagina accommodated both quite easily, as she moaned yet
more approvingly at me.
At this point, something inside my head told me to go
down on that juicy pussy, to get my mouth onto it. I'll
never know how I knew what to do, it was instinctive.
I lowered my head as I eased the fingers out, and went
right down onto it. The gaping vaginal orifice now wet
with her juicy secretions, her thighs wide open.
The smell filled my head as my mouth made contact, lips
closing over the labia minora, tongue extending into the
hole. Inhaling, tasting, grunting my delight as I
feasted on her open sex.
Her groans and reassurance told me I'd got it right.
Her thighs began to thrust in time to my lapping, as
more and more juices and vaginal secretions flowed from
her, and I was able briefly to see that some of those
secretions were of the thick yellowy nature of what I
used to enjoy so much in her panties.
They tasted like heaven as I savored them.
It made perfect sense to work on her clit with my tongue
tip, and again a gasp of approval met my first clumsy
efforts to find the spot. However, I soon felt that
clitoris stiffen and swell. Her grunting reached a
crescendo as she orgasmed once again, her entire body
shaking and shuddering, juices flooded from that
beautiful orifice as I lapped eagerly at it. She came
and came and came.
Then, pulled me quickly up onto her, mouths met, tongues
probing as my boy-cock once more found the opening on
its own, unassisted.
One thrust and I was up her. Right up, feeling that
extra wetness helping me in, the muscles of her vagina
working me expertly.
My thrusting so forceful, our pubic areas bumping
together. The feeling and sensation was out of this
world as my cock began to pump my thick warm semen into
her cunt. Jet after jet spurted up her as her strong
arms held me tight to her soft breasts. I was grunting
with each thrust as I pumped it into her, totally out of
control.
Eventually I was empty. My cock began to soften, as I
slid it slowly out of her. She was looking up at me
smiling lovingly as she whispered
"Thank you baby boy, that was simply wonderful, you
really know how to please me now. That was perfect."
I replied, "I loved doing it mum, will you let me do
that some more?"
"Oh my darling yes, of course there'll be more, just you
wait and see, but right now, clean me using my panties
again."
I picked up the panties, at first sniffing them, then
smiling wiped away the spunk that was oozing from her
vagina.
She groaned some as the thin cotton material brushed
over her sensitive clit, so I tentatively pushed my
fingertip onto it.
Her grunt of a reaction made me pull away, she was
oversensitive after her orgasm, but she was about to
show me something new.
She could repeat and repeat and repeat, but at that
point I was unaware.
"Mmm... yes... try that again," she instructed me, "but
be more gentle this time."
So I did so, carefully, gently massaging the soft bud of
her clitoris. Groans of approval once more met my
efforts, letting me know I had it right. Then she
reached down and pushed my head lower, indicating my
tongue was needed. The tip of my tongue brought louder
grunts as it worked its magic on her, within seconds she
was thrusting her hips at me rhythmically as I
stimulated her.
She guided me with perfect verbal instructions about
speed, intensity, as I simultaneously fingered her
vagina opening.
Then it happened, my fingers within felt her vaginal
muscles contracting and pulsating as she came. A huge
orgasm swept over her.
It went on and on... juices flowing freely from her. Her
instructions to me were quite clear. "Don't stop!"
My tongue obliged, the tip continuing to lap at that
hardened bud. The orgasm continued.
"Don't stop!" she commanded again. So I didn't.
My tongue kept her at that peak for what seemed like
hours but was in fact around a couple of minutes, as she
repeated orgasm after orgasm, my fingers sensing each
set of vaginal contractions, as she orgasmed each time.
How many times? Dunno, I was lost in the ecstasy of it
all.
Eventually it ended, the last orgasm and she was spent,
utterly satisfied. I went to climb on top again, ready
to fuck, but she pushed me off gently.
"No, no son!" she gasped. "Can't now, I'm done," she lay
back trying to get breath back.
So I obeyed.
Laying there listening to her soft breathing, my boy-
cock still erect once more.
Feeling rather proud of myself.
She took the lead now, and she began to caress my cock,
working it softly and expertly, then got up to kneel
next to me.
She lowered her head and took my penis into her open
mouth, sucking gently on it.
My groans told her how nice it was, but if course, she
already knew I'd love it.
As her mouth worked its magic on the shaft and glans of
my uncut cock, my pre-cum was oozing copiously. Her
expert fingers of her right hand were caressing and
stroking my tight wrinkled ball sac her long nails
adding to the sensation wonderfully.
"Mum, mum I'm cumming!" I gasped out loud, worried about
shooting into her mouth.
Her sucking action increased, her fingers scraping
across that ball sac even faster, she didn't pull away
as I shot my next load.
Her hungry mouth devoured all my sperm and I could hear
her grunts of pleasure as each shot went into her mouth.
I had never experienced a feeling like it before as I
pumped spurt after spurt into her mouth.
She let the now limp penis flop out, but squeezed
carefully and licked off each tiny drop as it oozed from
the tip, until there was no more to cum.
Then, looked at me and smiled lovingly...
"Thank you son," she purred, "mummy loved that. Now
let's get dressed, there's to be no more today.
And so we did, for the rest of the evening, returned to
normal life, just an occasional knowing glance betraying
what had changed between us.
Things could never be the same again, and I was so happy
about that.
Chapter 3
So, that Saturday evening Charlie, was spent quite
innocently, and though I felt horny, I knew there was
nothing more to be had that night.
I'd gone to bed before Dad arrived home from work,
around 11, and after about half an hour they both went
to bed in the room next to mine.
I was about to drift off to sleep as I reflected on the
events of the day, but decided I'd have one last wank
session to help me sleep, after all, my fingers still
smelled and tasted of her cunt juices, plus I'd taken a
pair of her panties from the hamper to sniff.
As I lay there I heard their bed tap tapping against the
dividing wall, they were having sex. He was fucking her,
his cock up where mine had been earlier, his cock in her
juices mixed with my cum, and he had no idea.
I could hear the faint grunts and groans thro' the wall,
as the bed continued to tap it rhythmically.
Then it ceased, all went quiet, he had obviously spunked
up her.
One of them went to the bathroom just after, not sure
which one, but by then I had spunked myself, into those
panties, and I was ready for sleep.
I had found the day's events wonderfully exciting, my
life appeared to have taken a turn for the better for
sure.
*
The following morning at breakfast all was normal, and
dad didn't work Sundays, so unless he went out somewhere
I'd get no special treats today.
Around 11 o'clock that morning, he actually did go
out...
But only for half hour, I uttered the magic words to Mum
but she said no it's not safe, maybe tomorrow.
Nothing for it, back to my room, and wanked into those
panties again.
I had no choice but to take what she was prepared to
give me, even though at that age I was gagging for much,
much more.
So, we all turned in to bed Sunday night, and once more
that characteristic tap, tap, tap, of their bed on the
wall told me he was up her again, and I wanked as I lay
there listening.
Around 5:30 Monday morning, I was awoken by that
familiar tap, tap, sound. He was up her again, but I
knew he was on early shift that day, and usually left at
6 o'clock.
Sure enough at 6 I heard him leave the house. I heard
mum go to the bathroom, and a few minutes later she came
into my room.
She smiled that loving smile I had seen so much of on
Saturday, and I knew my luck was in.
I watched as she dropped her nighty off, standing naked,
and then pulled the covers off my naked body, my stiff
boy-cock ready and waiting for her.
She leaned across and kissed my waiting mouth. I held
her, she sighed deeply, "it's safe now son" she
whispered in my ear, "I've checked that his bus has
picked him up. We've got as much time as we want."
She pulled me over onto her naked body, her legs wide
open, as my cock found its way to her open count lips,
easing straight up inside as we kissed. The ease with
which it entered took me by surprise of course, but the
reason was simple, her vagina was filled with his spunk
already. I was pumping my cock into his juice as well as
hers.
The sensation of slopping around in his cum was electric
upon my brain...it stimulated me even more than I
imagined possible, and almost immediately I shot my load
in to mix with his.
Her mouth locked on mine as I came, tongues probing,
gasping, she was loving it even more than I imagined. I
left my cock inside, didn't withdraw, it stayed erect,
and she held me tight, whispering, "don't stop son, do
it again, you know you want to"
Chapter Four
"Don't stop son, do it again, you know you want to."
My mouth clamped on hers next and stifled anything else
she was about to say. Her tongue responded to mine, our
saliva mingling in my mouth, each breath shared. My cock
still hard, even though' I had just spunked up her.
I could feel her vaginal muscles working on my stiff
rod. She was an expert at milking my cock, and beginning
slowly we fucked again. It's impossible to describe how
good it felt to be inside her body, it was just awesome.
My fit young body worked well, the sensations and
feelings building within my penis as we both quickened
the pace of our thrusting. My pubic bone bottoming out
on hers as I hit full depth. At that age and cock size I
hadn't yet discovered the sensation of the cock tip
reaching her cervix, that was to come in later years
Charlie.
My bed creaked and groaned as we fucked, but no -one
could hear us. We had total privacy, as if nobody else
existed, the only point in life being our mutual
pleasure.
It felt so safe Charlie, to be up her. Safe is an odd
word perhaps, but it was exactly that safety, that was
the over-riding feeling, safe in her arms, in her juicy
pussy, knowing I was pleasing her.
I think her approval was a key part too, I delighted in
pleasing her.
And so within minutes, putting it all together, my spunk
erupted once more into her waiting vagina.
Spurting into that beautiful place, mixing with my
previous cum and my dad's.
As the pumping sensations slowly faded away, she kissed
me once more, saying, "oh, Graham, thank you baby boy,
that was wonderful"
Me, I was simply not good with words, and said nothing
in reply, or perhaps just mumbled a thank you.
I slowly withdrew my limp penis and rolled off beside
her.
I watched as she used some tissue to mop up the spunk
that was dribbling from her pussy, and then she tossed
it aside.
"You feeling better now baby?" she asked, "don't forget
now, mummy hasn't cum yet, don't you be going back to
sleep yet."
I got myself into position beside her and began to
stimulate her clitoris with my fingertip, using her
vaginal secretions as lube to make it nice and slick.
Her tiny button clit hardened under my touch, and I knew
I was doing it good.
Her moans of delight told me that as well Charlie.
Once I had gotten her started, I quickly got down
between her open thighs and pushed my face in deep. My
nostrils filled with cunt juice and spunk immediately,
spunk from two people. My tongue extended into her
vaginal opening as my eager young mouth clamped onto her
sex, and I tasted that wonderful mixture. Whilst still
savoring that juicy mixture, I instinctively began to
caress her clit with my tongue tip, and her thighs began
thrusting up at me as she grunted.
Occasionally I thought she was going to cum, but she'd
stop me for a second or two, before allowing me to
continue. She was 'edging' Charlie. Holding it off.
Finally, she let it go, her beautiful body shuddered and
shook, juices flowed copiously as she orgasmed again and
again, my tongue tip keeping her at her peak for as long
as possible.
As her groans of pleasure slowly faded, she whispered to
me, "Oh fuck son, that was awesome. Fuck your good at
this. I've never enjoyed anything as much as this in my
life. No-one has ever gotten me off like that in my
life."
I raised my head from her sex and smiled lovingly up at
her, as she pulled me up and off her pussy, then
cradling me in her arms, she whispered, "Sleep baby boy,
lets sleep now."
And so we did, drifted off into dreamland, drunk on the
sexual pleasures we had given each other.
I was awoken around 9 o'clock the next morning by the
smell of breakfast, not having felt her get out of bed,
I was sleeping so contentedly.
The wet patches on the sheets had dried out by now, and
her discarded clothing had been collected and tidied
away.
After visiting the bathroom, I went down to the kitchen,
where she greeted me as if nothing had happened. We both
knew differently of course, but she was putting on a
great show of normality for me.
She was still in her robe, which hung loosely open,
exposing her sweet body occasionally, those lovely big
brown nipples coming into view here and there.
But knowing it was stimulating me, she hastened to cover
up. Down here, normality had to rule. There'd be no
fumbling or playfulness down here, it was only to be at
her calling, and when and where she decided it was safe.
I wanted to talk to her about the pleasures we'd had,
but she silenced me quickly with an index finger held to
my lips and a loud, "Shhhhhh... don't!"
"Do you remember you've arranged to meet Mikey over at
the mall Graham?" she asked after breakfast. "Now don't
you go getting mixed up with any of those common girls
that hang round their son."
"I promise mummy," I replied.
Before I left, I tried once more that magic phrase:
'mummy I'm hungry'.
But it was ignored. She had decided to have no more that
day it seems.
And so, off I went to the mall, to meet my pal Mikey.
After we sat and talked some, I was desperate to share
my experiences with him, I felt so proud, but just knew
I couldn't ever tell.
Never...
It was our secret.
Mikey and I went back to his home later, and I'm sure
his mum was looking at me with a kind of knowing look,
and even provoking me by allowing her short skirt to
ride up as I sat opposite to her, able to see up to her
white panties. She knew I was looking, and smiled
sweetly as our eyes met, and I began to get that strong
urge as my cock hardened, but Mikey was there.
I needed to relieve my cock, it was becoming obvious I
was hard, so I went up to the bathroom to do it. Once
inside I opened up their laundry hamper and dug out a
pair of her used panties. Sniffing deeply at that
wonderfully stained gusset as I wanked myself off. The
effects of her cunt smell filing my head made me cum
almost immediately, and I pumped my warm spunk into the
gusset, not caring if she ever found it after I had
gone.
But of course she knew, didn't she just why I'd gone
there, and as I sat talking to Mikey she went up and
checked that hamper.
Returning with a broad grin on her face, not visible to
Mikey, but plain enough for me to see. She gave me a
little nod of approval.
She had seen and felt my spunk soaking into the cotton.
She had smelled that characteristic odor that spunk has.
She knew.
I was to return there later that week, but for now I has
to go home, home to normal family life, dad was home
from work and normal family life resumed, as if nothing
had ever happened.
To be continued?