Each hump mixed to the loud moans makes Turn Table clench his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he explodes a torrent of love. She gasps agony, sweating profusely from the heat inside. Then she falls and smacks her loving lips to his, he squirts another load from that alone. Exhausted, Turn Table lays in the bed while his mother kissed his neck. They slumber together more than mother and son. Again, time has past. You watch your mother get bigger. You know its not yours, but you feel proud of your son amidst all the disgust. In some way, you were going to become a grandpa. 