Eliza?She spotted a few of my shirts tossed on my bed.One of the young men came over and sat on one of the chairs at my table.I couldn't fuck an entire cheerleader squad during a football game.I needed some recovery.She was making adjustments.I climbed up the front steps granny and unlocked my door, but stopped when a noise reached my ears.she asked with a nervous edge to her voice.My line of thought was disrupted as Lucas, the damn sellsword, forced his cock into my sex again.All we've been doing is having sex and talking about us for the past couple days.It just didn't seem right.The splashing patterns of her shower routine seemed much more familiar this time.She picked up the photo album the Grandma guys had given her and tucked it under her arm as she strolled out to join them at the table, gingerly sitting down resting most of her weight on one side of her buttcheeks.I leaned in and kissed my wife. I said bursting into tears, I just miss him so much. I know you granny do baby. She said, tears welling in her eyes. So do I but we need to look after each other now. Ok. Ok mum I will. I promise. I said. I kept my promise and have done really well at school and Grandma am looking forward to university.Mum works three days a week for a charity shop. When dad died he was an equal partner in a business. As mum didn’t know anything about the business and hardly knew the other partner she sold a controlling share to him and lived off dads insurance and income from the company shares. A few years on the business was doing so well it got noticed by a multi national who offered a buy out. Mum and the senior partner agreed and mum it seems is actually quite wealthy. But she say’s we are comfortable. We live in the same house we did when dad was alive, though it has been generally modernised and extended and a swimming pool added.As time went by mum became more relaxed.