“Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak fro... the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a. ” She just smiles at me as we begin to eat our sandwiches. About half way through the meal I see her grab the remote again. I can’t help but say, “Please mistress no.” “Are you telling me what to do?” she harshly asks me. “No, no mistress, I’m not.” I try and tell her. “Uh-huh.” Is her only response as she turns the vibrator back on. She is going to drive me crazy I think to myself. I am staring at her as she slowly licks her lips so seductively. Just looking at her is almost enough. " This isn't going to cause any friction with your girlfriend is it?" It probably would, but since I don't have a girlfriend right now it should be okay." Oh. I thought you have been seeing... what was her name... Judy... for quite a while." Nope. She and I broke up three or four months ago." I'm sorry to hear that." Don't be. She and I were not meant to be together long term and we both knew it. How about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" No. I haven't been seeing anyone for a while. I'm either. He literally spoke out of the top of his head.Within his mouth was a long, prickly probuscis, measuring a foot in length. He used this to feed himself.His genitals were plant-like. His cock shaft, when aroused, appeared from a vertical slit in his underbelly. It was firm and green, looking like a slimy vegetable tube, measuring just a smidge over 20 inches. Its tip was like a large flower petal bud, from which a twisting narrow tip, shaped like a snake's tongue, emerged. The bud could blossom.