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Damage control. "Mom, Ed's a good guy. FBI. Hates Richard. He's on our side. I promise."

"That's right." Bea chimes in. "I didn't know he was my uncle until I walked in on Richard's men attacking him."

“Richard Lincoln is responsible for Joshua's death,” Mom whispers.

Bea lets go of my hand so I can comfort Mom. "Ed had nothing to do with it. Do you really think I'd bring someone home who did?"

"Here, Maggie. Drink this." Bea offers Mom a glass of water.

"Maggie, I promise you my intentions towards Richard are to put him in jail where he belongs." Ed takes a sip of coffee. "When you've calmed down and realize that what I'm saying is the truth, we'll talk about what happened to your husband. I promise."

Mom nods slowly.

"Thanks, Ed," I say.

I sit down and pull Bea into my lap. She nuzzles my neck and sighs. I have an arm around her back and a hand on her thigh while my dick is hard and uncomfortable against her bottom.

Mom clears her throat and gives me a sharp look. "None of that at the table."

"Oh!" Bright red, Bea tries to move from me, but I hold tight.

"Stop moving," I whisper. "Wait till I'm down."

Her embarrassment turns to teasing. "That's not going to happen." She looks at me and sticks out her tongue before wrapping it around a finger.

Mom laughs and gets to her feet. "Bea, stop making my son uncomfortable in my presence," she says amusedly.

Bea blushes a lovely shade of pink and buries her face in my neck.

"Ed, why don't you come inside and help me?" Mom asks.

The man clears his throat. "Right!"

As soon as they're gone, I burst out laughing.

"With six sons, I'm sure your mother has seen her share of hard dicks."

"Not since she caught me jerking off on Dad's boat when I was fourteen." I grin.

"It's really hot to watch you touch yourself. I'm kind of obsessed with your penis right now."

“Babe!” I groan and drop my face onto her shoulder. My dick is hard as a rock and throbs as I try to breathe through my raging arousal without ripping off her panties to get some relief. "Talk to me," I pant. "Take my mind off you and sex."

"I've got just the thing to help you gain control." She wiggles and I groan.

"So not helping, babe."

She climbs off my lap, her eyes wide at the tent I have in my shorts. I grin, proud of my size, while Bea clears her throat. "Well, Richard and his lawyer ambushed me this morning. They had papers for me to sign. I refused and brought the papers with me." She pulls a stack of papers out of her backpack.

"Good girl for refusing. It couldn't have been easy. Let me take a look." There is a lot of legal crap, but ten minutes later I have an angry girl. I don't blame her.

"That bastard!" she hisses. She jumps to her feet and starts pacing. "Signing for shares, my ass. That's what he told me. I had to sign these papers to transfer Mom's share of the business to me. He lied."

I half listen to her rant as I try to make sense of what I'm reading. "He wants control of all your assets until you turn twenty-one."

"By then there will be nothing left." Hands on hips, she's standing beside me, and I'm looking at her breasts, but they're at eye level, so what's a red-blooded man supposed to do? I mean, they're perfectly round tits with the hard buds of her nipples sticking out of the dress. I close my eyes and breathe. They snap open quickly as she straddles my thighs. "You have a one-track mind."

"Babe, having your tits in my face doesn’t help." I ignore the papers on the table and grab her waist. "I need to get under that dress."

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