Mother stood up and went to her dresser. She set her brush on top of it.I was about to squeak out, 'why?', but it was instantly obvious. I had raped m... own mother. "But mom, is it healthy? What did you use? I'm a teenage boy. What if I'm suppose to get hard a lot. How often do I have to eat that stuff? And for how long? Will it damage me? What about my sexual adulthood?" Oh, I think you crossed that line yesterday. How does it feel to have YOUR sexuality manipulated?" She did not speak this. I was a little sore butfelt so good. I couldn't get the thought of the dildo out of my mindand regretted not having shopped before I came home. Wouldn't that have looked odd? A woman dressed to the nines buying adouche and lubricant at 10:30 in the morning. I guess it was just aswell I came home.I finally got out and toweled off. I decided to dress as a working girlfor the day. I put my waist cincher on, vowing to buy more of them. Iput on a normal bra and panties, sandalwood pantyhose. Dakota eyeballs me. She knows that Melanie just had her hands on me, after all, she worked here for a couple of years before they tossed her at Jill and me.The five of us begin talking about Bob’s funeral which had already been planned. He was to be cremated and a small celebration of life ceremony catered by Emeril Lagasse. He’s already been notified. The celebration was scheduled for tomorrow.We also began chatting about whether I should make the announcement about Bob’s passing or utilize a. I wiped away my tears of pain and went downstairs to grab a wet napkin or some ointment. Before I could look I heard the doorbell ring. And it rang again. And again. And again."Jesus Christ Peter I'm coming!" I sighed and ran to the door. As soon as I opened it Peter burst through, then turned around and hugged me. His crushing embrace was overwhelming, and I buried my face in his jacket. He smelled like pine and cinnamon. Then the wonderful hug ended as he pulled away and grasped my.