"I had stepped into a setting that seemed surreal, and the personsitting across from me only looked like my mother. I just sat theretrying to figure o...t her motives, because regardless of what she said,I was scared. I heard her say that she would help me, but help me how?She asked me what I needed most, but how do I tell her I need boobs? Idon't even own a bra because only a few girls my age have breasts, andI don't even know any girls that have any real boobs. But I just turned13 and I knew. She sheathed that ass in tight pants, like the ones she was wearing today. She pulled what might pass for a football jersey out of her bag and held it up for him to see. It was in the school colors of purple and orange and, in big letters across the back were the words "PORTER'S PIRETTES". "Get it?" she gushed. "Pirates ... Pirettes? Isn't it just so COOL?" On the shoulders were the numbers 1/7. "See, we decided to use fractions, instead of regular numbers. Aren't they just DARLING?" I don't. It was no secret around Lambdatron that Angela was a lesbian -- in fact, she was very out about it. It was also well known that part of the reason Angela liked to do these shows was the show coordinator from the other company also did girls, and they liked to hook up while on the road. In fact, the connection had brought no little business to Lambdatron from KLR. "Gonna party a little, huh?" With any kind of luck, party a lot," Angela grinned. "We may go to her room, but if we don't, then don't. As my mother shook her head from side to side, strands of hair stuck to her wet, sweaty face, flopping into her open mouth, sticking to her eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Roy was once again slamming back and forth against Lisa. I pounded my cock hard into my mother, my hands grasped tight on her ass."Oh, shit!" she screamed, "Shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck your mother, Tom!"I could feel a slow boiling feeling in my balls. "I'm going to cum," I moaned almost uncontrollably, "I'm going.