"Protection from what? My own children?" Martha’s voice cracked.
The back door creaked open, and Sarah stepped in, smelling of damp earth and menthols. She saw Elias and offered a tight, weary smile. "The lawyer called," she said, bypassing small talk. "The house needs to be in a trust, Ma. We talked about this." matures incest pussy
The smell of burnt sugar always meant a fight was coming. Elias stood in the doorway of his mother’s kitchen, watching her scrape the blackened remains of a caramel sauce into the sink. At seventy, Martha’s hands shook, but her pride remained unshakable. She didn't look up when he entered. "Protection from what