Aunt Agatha was the only one who ever understood me. My parents were well-meaning, but distant, and I can't recall my mother ever drying my tears or g...ving me a hug. But Agatha was always there for me, and she let me lay my head on her ample maternal bosom and cry myself out whenever the pain of existence was too much to bear.In Basic Training, the drill sergeant seemed to have a hardon for me. I was always the one on punishment detail, the one he cussed out and mocked for being a "pussy," the. Trying to catch his breath. However, unexpectedly the covers would soon retract into the ground or as one simply fell apart into sand right before he managed to take a breath or two.Again he started to run. Kicking the sand with the toes of his feet. It was twice as hard for him since he was missing his left arm. Often stumbling and falling over. He would use these awkward falls to dodge the bright yellow lasers just right as they would burn and sizzle the ground.A particular violent tumble. As the head chemist, she was easily able to put her tests to the front of the list.A few hours later, she was stunned as her test results started to come back. She hadn't gotten all of them back yet, but what they were saying was simply astounding.Her son, and perhaps her daughter too, were natural pheromone factories. Not only that but the levels on which they were producing could easily overpower someone's willpower. This explained so much about her own behavior lately.Then it occurred to. He wrapped his fist around my hair and pulled my head up and he said where am I fucking my sweet ass mom? I told him in my ass, he pulled my hair harder and said no where am I fucking my mom? I said oh god Richard you’re fucking mommies shitter and I want it as hard as you can give it to me oh god yes pound my shitter. Pound it with your thick fat cock, uh huh uh huh fuck mommies shitter baby. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard each time his cock thrust deep into my ass insuring his.