" Paul's mother said in a soft voice. "You don't want to be late for the bus." "Paula?" Paul thought as he kicked off the covers.He sat up and stared ...n disbelief as how far the end of the bed suddenly seemed. He looked at his tiny hands, feet and peppermint stripe nightshirt he had on. As he reached down between his legs and found nothing, a smile had spread across his face. A dream comes."Coming, mother." Paul said in his now little girl voice as he slipped out of bed and ran to the dresser.. ’ ‘Then what is?’ ‘You,’ he said, ‘and you do not want to do that.’ He nodded at the plastic rope. She grasped it defensively. ‘How do you know?’ ‘I already told you, it’s my business. The Misery, that is. The Misery has brought you here, hasn’t it?’ She lowered her eyes. ‘I can’t forgive him. Them. I’m the only one who can’t.’ The fox cocked his head. ‘But nobody is asking you to forgive anyone. The question here is, do you want to keep on living?’ She shrugged. ‘No.’ ‘You just don’t know what. .. I'm so sorry."Meadow walked over and lightly placed her hand on my cheek, and said, "It's in the past, now."I still felt like such a stupid fucking idiot. How could I have not known?But now it was all making sense. The reason why she liked the idea of me fucking my mom; the way she would call my father 'Daddy' when she was fucking him.I could feel myself tearing up inside. There wasn't any way I could fix this, since her parents had already passed.I think Meadow understood what I felt,. As she started to cum I got so excited too with my little thingy rubbing on the bed and my tongue being pinched my my wife’s quivering asshole that it made me cum too. I told Mistress Anne how my wife had then laughed at me cumming without her even having to touch me. I was so embarrassed and went off to the bathroom to clean up and wash her toy for her. By the time I got back to bed my wife was asleep, I felt so used ….. I love it! Of course after making such a mess of the bed last night my.