He had gotten good at picking and choosing among the ranks of the sacrificial. He knew the ones that wouldn’t be missed quickly, the ones that were ...he easiest to pluck out of the horde and make his own. It was easy. A gentle smile. A questioning look. A first innocent meeting. He was lucky. The knife had told him so. He had found his Purpose in life. A Purpose he was good at it. And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in his hands. He carried her by. He waved us in and gave my mum a peck on the cheek. As I walked down the corridor there was a room with the door open and I could hear someone getting frustrated. I poked my head through the door and there he was, lounging in his chair, controller in his hand and legs wide open. God if no one was home I'd have gotten in between them immediately. I shot him a look trying not to get flushed. "Alright, Connor?" He looked at me for a second then went back to looking at his TV. "Alright?" He said. I. The male came to me, as I chose to host. We had met before and I felt comfortable with it. After some play with my hitachi, and really amazing fucking, he wanted to fist me (which I usually enjoy a lot) and he had told me he was experienced.(It seems he was not).I provided the lube, but instead of going slow and stretching me properly he put fingers in me then just shoved his fist in me.At first the pain was pleasurable and I was cumming, but then it began to hurt and I had to ask him to stop.. ”Just like that, my dick was hard as a rock. Hearing that my mother really did desire me just like I desired her sent me into a whirl. I almost kissed her right then and there, but didn’t dare. I was finally able to muster the words; “I wish the same thing all the time, Mom. I have been in love with you since I could remember.” I thought for a moment that she was going to cry. We sat there for a long moment in silence just looking at each other before I finally decided to make the first move..