Like everybody else, I was pretty tired. I thought about closing my eyes, but then I saw that Mom was moving."I have to sit down again, okay?"I didn't...know what to say."Yeah, sure."I quickly rolled up the legs of my bathing shorts. I thought, if there was more material between Mom and me, I wouldn't feel all that much. And then I leaned back.Mom slightly turned and then sat down on my lap. Nobody around us cared. And then Mom took off her huge sun hat, it was dark, so she didn't need it. "Experimenting? Shit, whiteboy, you should have seen the way youlooked when you were 'experimenting'. I have never seen such a pussy slutlike you. When you had my dick in your mouth and in your tight littlepussy that was pure ecstasy on your face. No need to deny it. Your littlewhite boy-cock all hard and throbbing tells me what I need to know. Youmay have fucked pussies before, faggot, but now you're nothing more than apussy that I fuck. That ain't ever gonna change." I looked down at. I'm sure she was in a little pain so I moved a small box under her. She just had enough room to step on the box but remained on her toes to ease the pressure of the cuffs around her wrists.While this was going on, Ellen was waiting in my bedroom. I called to her and she came out, dressed in a garter belt and stockings, and nothing else. She was also holding a small sponge ball, and a dildo that had to be 14 inches long with twin heads. Handing me the ball, I told Liz to open her mouth, she did. .well, in women myage. In fact, one of the shitheels that dumped my mother after threedates actually had the nerve to call me and ask me to lunch.I think his ears are still ringing from the "Fuck off!" I screamed intothe phone.After that, I went out and got a new tattoo. When I'm angry or sad Iusually go shopping or get a tat. I used to get drunk, but the incidentwith the mechanic kind of put me off getting out of control drunk.Anyway. About mom. She called me the Tuesday after my fiasco with.