I was one of the more fortunate and I had learned to take advantage when it was to my benefit. Compassion was not a survival emotion in prison and my ...ompassion had been suppressed for a long time. My work at the clinic was slowly reviving that forgotten emotion and I was trying very hard to remember. But, this is how my mind was functioning now and would dictate my actions toward Nan as this first meeting progressed. I know that sounds cold and distant, but my reality for five years, six. After a few minutes her hand started moving down my body and it wasn’t until it reached the bottom of my nightie and on to my bare skin that I realised this couldn’t be mum’s hand, the skin was much too rough. I suddenly remembered Bill was there on her other side, it must be him I thought but I was too scared to move now as it went lower to my pussy.My heart was pounding, no boy had ever been this far and I could feel a finger pressing between my legs and moving gently. Oh shit, what should I. My eyes had a red mist in front of them and I was becoming so frustrated that I considered doing it myself. But then I caught Mays wicked grin and flashing eyes and started to laugh too, then I pleaded with her to allow me to explode. Her tight fingers holding my cock so hard that when she let go, I could feel the blood rush back into it. When she let go a hot spurt of my seed shot out and landed on my chest. May instantly lowered her head and used her tongue to clean me. I could feel her on my. I mean I shouldhave figured it out though everything was right there in front of me."I sat down next to her leaning over to hug her, "Momma, I'm sorry forall the mean things Donnie and the others have done. I'm sorry Candishot the hole in the roof of your car." What, what did you say?" Candi shot your car." No not that, about the others being mean." Not all of them are mean, Dina loves you, you're the only Momma she'sever known. And I never had a Momma either. I want you to be my Momma.I want.