I laugh softly, watching them together. "Well," I say, "it's not the size that matters... it's how you use it." Mom giggles and nuzzles into my neck, her body tensing as she feels Balie's thrusts growing deeper and more urgent. Despite everything we've been through, our love for each other remains strong... and perhaps in time, that love will be enough to carry us through whatever challenges lie ahead.

I feel a surge of pride and desire course through me as I watch Mom respond to Balie's touch in much the same way she does to mine. Despite all that's happened between us, our connection remains strong... perhaps even stronger for having been tested by fire. As I look into her eyes, I can see the love and trust there, and it gives me hope for a future where we can truly be a family again.