A Grave Situation

ommy’s old girlfriend suddenly passed away a few months after her surprise visit on Mommy’s birthday, which I forgot. Mommy didn’t want to go to the service despite her leaving Mommy a large part of her will. I asked if she wanted me to take her; her answer was a short “no,” so I didn’t push the issue. A couple of months later, on a chilly autumn day, Mommy asked me to take her to the cemetery. I, of course, agreed. At the cemetery, Mommy didn’t really have much to say, and she didn’t seem that upset.

It was a very nice Autumn afternoon, and Mommy suggested that we walk around the cemetery for a bit after visiting the grave. I was insistent that we bring her wheelchair. Not that she normally needed it, but the ground was soft after some rain the day before, and I didn’t want her to fall. So I told her I would gladly push her. Mommy insisted on bringing a blanket. We walked around for about 30 minutes when we came across an unlocked mausoleum. Mommy suggested that we go inside for a look. The weather was nice, and I was enjoying Mommy’s company, so I agreed.

Once inside, Mommy started reading from the plaque on the wall. After reading it aloud, she said, “This guy was such an asshole.”

“Really?” I asked. “You knew him?”

“Yes,” Mommy replied, “he was a local businessman, muckatee muck, rich asshole. He thought his money would buy him whatever and keep him from trouble. He fired my Mother because she wouldn’t fuck him.” I was still looking around when I replied to her: “Did Grandma tell you that? “I asked. “No, He did when he tried to fuck me,” Mommy answered. Mommy had sat herself up on his marble sarcophagus when she hiked up her skirt; she wasn’t wearing panties, spread herself, and peed all over his grave. “ Piss on him,” she said. Then she had me get her the blanket she insisted on bringing. I spread it on the marble sarcophagus, and instead of straightening herself up, she laid back. “Sonny,” she said,” it’s a bit chilly out, and I brought nothing to wipe myself with. Mommy doesn’t want to get a chill, so be a good boy and clean Mommy’s dirty pussy.” I understood the blanket now and the fact she wasn’t wearing panties.