His Father's Cock

Opening paragraphs:Not until my husband's death did I understand the meaning of the word lonely. For 20 years, I built my life around him. His death, along with that of one of our sons in a car crash almost destroyed my world. I was 38 years old and thought my life was over. If it hadn't been for my oldest boy, Jeff Junior, I don't that I would've survived.Jeff reminded me so much of his late father when he was also 18 it was downright scary. When I saw him in the morning, his dad immediately came to mind. Some memories were more painful than others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he'd been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me.Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life, full of passion and unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed having my husband's cock when I wanted or needed it, especially when it had been as big as his!