By the time I reached "twenty-five" in my counting I was crying.Hot tears filled my eyes, rolled down my cheeks and sank intothe soft bedspread. Joe, ...hat little was left of him, was nowbeing erased. Now I was becoming JoAnna. I began to feellighter, smaller. I could sense my body changing shape. At"fifty" I was JoAnna. JoAnna, with breasts heavy against thebed, with long, flowing hair resting on her slim, tremblingback. JoAnna, her long, slender, beautiful legs parting, hervagina filling with. I licked her to an orgasm.When we finished and came out, I saw that mom too emerged from the next stall hooking up her blouse. Cum stains marked her face and those unknown boys were sitting nude and spent in the stalls. I went in the stall as mom and the girl went to the cash counter and licked moms pussy juice off their cocks.We returned home and mom acted as if nothing had happened and after dinner, we went to sleep.The next morning, I felt horny as I woke up. Mom was in the kitchen with a. . We continued making out, but this time she started to rub my cock over my pants (much like I did with her and still do when we play with each other). I had sent her a pic or two of my member and she commented on how big she thought it was, but she still had yet to actually see it. While she played with me, I also rubbed her tits at the same time over her shirt. Sometimes I like doing that even more than fingering her (without a shirt of course). When I couldn't take it anymore, I unzipped. There is no one to love me and no one to love.Why do those closest to me die or leave? I've always been a well behavedboy and kept my deepest darkest secret to myself. I have never given into that forbidden desire although it gnaws away in my brain like aconstant tooth ache. I never hurt anybody and always try to be polite andconsiderate to others. Yet I sit here on my bed unloved, unwanted anddesperately lonely. I know I've kept my incessant yearnings under controland never submitted to them..
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