I was hoping for some romance, but it was way past her bedtime, and even though her body wanted it she was mentally gone. Soon I was too. I normal...y wake up before the alarm clock, and with a cock that is at times is painfully hard. I playfully sometimes roll over and lay it against or on her. This morning she was on the struggle bus, and got up to use the restroom and take her shower. I actually felt crushed. Dissed again. And right before she is leaving. Why wouldn't she want. Many men had come forward, asking for a dance, but I had declined all offers, choosing to just watch the crowd and sit. The barmaid came to my table and placed a fresh margarita down. Nodding to the men behind me, she said "with their compliments." As I turned my head to thank them, my face almost touched the man's crotch. I felt his hand on my shoulder and I shivered slightly. Seconds later, I felt another hand slide down along my side, tracing my ribs. A third hand on my other shoulder. Why was Uncle Phil doing this to me?What if my parents found out what I was doing?At that point even though any reasonable person would call this rape I felt guilty for being stimulated, like it was my fault.I was so scared and confused that I started sobbing, my eyes stinging with tears."Shh-shh-shh, it's okay." he tried to reassure me in a breathy whisper thick with lust. "I love you baby, my little Sabrina."As I wept and he continued rubbing my pussy I kept steadily stroking his cock, like I. He instinctively knew he was having an effect and began gently rubbing against me with his massive cock. I could even feel its bulbous head against my body riding up and down as he stroked me. His hand found its way into my blouse and he was fondling one of my 34 C breasts outside my bra. "STOP Billy", I nearly shouted. "I am your Mother and you know better than to do that." He led me to the couch and sat close looking into my eyes. "Mother, he said, I know Dad has been neglecting you and I.