Sure, whenever they were together, she played the fun-loving slut, the dirty w***e who was just out to have a good time. But when he left to go back to college, on every single occasion, the tears she shed were real and profound. Elliott, or her daughter Katy, sometimes tried to console her, a wry smile on their face, trying not to snigger too much at a foolish, overly emotional mother who has gotten too attached to her eldest, and favourite, child. But they didn't know the truth. How could they? The truth was too shocking. Too big to comprehend. Terry wasn't just her son. He was her soulmate.
And at this precise moment in time, her soulmate was exactly where he belonged...buried balls deep inside her p***y. She did, occasionally, feel the tiniest sliver of guilt at what they were doing.
