Dr Jahseh and Joseph spent two hours at the funeral. They were in a hurry to leave soon after, ignoring well wishers who sought to give their condolences. They hurried into the all black limousine the doctor had recently bought days before Elizabeth had the accident. He had bought that car in celebration of her honorary doctorate at the British Columbia University.

Jahseh and his son got in the car, waving biskly at friends, hinting for them to join them in a convoy home, and shying away from the press. Dr Jahseh was a man of importance; the funeral had attaracted so many guests from high ranking walks of life. It was a short drive back home; Joseph was the first to get out of the car; he had held in tears at his mother's grave side for a long time, now all he wanted was to be in his room, and soak himself in whatever drug there was available.

'Joseph' his dad called when he was walking into the house; 'Go easy on yourself' he advised his son. Joseph walked on without a word.

Somehow, the press had managed to find their way into the Doctor's premises, he had to attend to them a bit, so that they could vacate. While he was addressing them, Trishia called again, he let the phone ring, quickly rounding off his speech, and picking up Trishia's call just when it was about to go off;

'Miss' he said; his voice was fond this time;

'Babe, i'm coming over' Trishia said; Dr Jahseh agreed;

'Thank you guys, that'd be all, i've got other things to attend to' he said, dismissing the press, and signalling for his security to show them out. The premises was quiet soon, with only a few family members saying their final goodbyes. In about an hour, Trishia showed up at the doctor's residence, accompanied by Joseph's girlfriend who was there earlier before the funeral; they coincidentally ran into each other while driving in from the gate.

Joseph was dazed in drugs and weed already, his room reaked of cannabis, with the music turned high volume, he just sat there staring into space.

'Hey' Trishia called Joseph; they were friends, she usually stopped by his room to say hello before heading to his dad's part of the house. Joseph slowly turned towards the door, he lit up a little when he saw Trishia, his partner in crime. Trishia walked into his room and took a few drags of weed;

'You're okay?' she asked Joseph, looking at him concerned. He nodded without saying a word, he was still trying to digest the fact that his mother had just been laid to rest. Joseph's girlfriend, Susan showed up next;

'I'd leave you both' Trishia said, hurrying up the stairs to her boyfriend. Susan walked in quickly, giving Joseph a hug; Joseph backed out of the hug shyly, he didn't really like Susan, he only wanted her for her body; yet she was head over heels for Joseph. Susan was from a millionaire home; her dad was a Proffessor at the Coventory University all the way at London, England, so he was never around, giving Susan the chance to almost always be at Joseph's. Her mom had left her dad to marry another man when she was only ten; the dysfunctional family she was from made her victimise herself; she looked for love everywhere it seemed liked it was available.

'Are you okay babe?' Susan asked Joseph; he looked at her with grief in his eyes; Susan felt pity for him;

'What do you want? this?' she asked Joseph, guiding his hands to her breasts. She always felt giving herself freely to him would make him love her. Joseph squeezed her right breast, locating her nipple through the see through blouse, he pinched it, making Susan inch closer to him in surrender. She took off her blouse, her big breasts bouncing out in Joseph's face, he held both of them together, sucking on her nipples intensely. Susan moaned cries of delight; Joseph was high from the drugs and weed, he was in cloud nine, feasting on her breasts like a hungry baby. He gathered the saliva in his mouth, spilling it on both nipples simultaneously and sucking it back in while reaching for his trousers and taking out his dick. He didn't want to let go of her breasts, they seemed to satisfy whatever hunger he felt. He dragged her nipples with his lips, looking her in the face while she moaned, confessing how her body belonged to him. By now, she was laying on the bed, naked; Joseph climbed her, parting her legs with his right knee, he slid into her pussy, looking at her like an animal ready to devour its prey. The music blasted on, drowning Susan's loud moans, they didn't know by now that Dr Jahseh had come to tell Joseph to turn down the volume of the music; he saw his son again, using the same girl as he liked, and she enjoyed it; calling him babe, confessing her love for him.

'Shut up' Joseph said, anytime she said she loved him, thrusting deeper into her until she yelped. His strokes were slow; he enjoyed every corner of her cunt, licking his lips in enjoyment and saying derogatory words to her, all the while owning her body. Dr Jahseh watched his son devour her, slowly but powerfully; he leaned up from her body, grabbing her big breasts in his hands; Dr Jahseh's eyes popped open a wider circumference when he saw how big and glorious her breasts were; they were stained with Joseph's saliva. By now the doctors cock was hard between his legs; he gently massarged it through his pants, enjoying the sight of his son swim inside this young lady's cunt, her breasts dangling helplessly against any position Joseph turned her to; he wanted her too, he wanted Susan; he knew his son didn't like her, he planned to enjoy her as well.