Looking away from Joyce, he met Caitlin's eyes."That ... that ... thing is alive. I could feel ... something in my mind ... like a ... buzzing." There...was a moment of hesitation before, "It was talking to you wasn't it?" she accused, although she still remembered to whisper."She is a she. Not an it," Jeff absently corrected. "And yes, I was 'talking' with her." Jeff, how could you make that, uh, her?" Then answering her own question, "You didn't. That thing is alive. Oh, shit, is Joyce safe?". ”Later that afternoon as my husband was showering I noticed his cell phone blinking. I checked to find a text from my “best friend” stating that she was there if he needed anyone to talk to. I was annoyed to say the least. I decided to text her back.- I’ve been talking with my wife. We just need space to rebuild.- Can you meet with me tomorrow during your break?- What for?- So you we can talk just the two of us- We can talk around my wife. I don’t hide anything from her- Yea sure you don’t What. I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed, willing my fingers to choke the life out of him before I lost consciousness. The edges of my vision were turning black and I couldn’t feel my fingers. I didn’t know if I was squeezing or just holding on. My vision continued to darken, and I panicked, thinking that I couldn’t let them do this to me. My last thought before I blacked out was that I couldn’t leave Mel and Terri.I came to slowly, confused and uncertain where I was. I’d been in. Mam started to rub her hand over my chest pressing her palm over my nipples and my tummy in a circular motion; her circles were getting bigger as was my cock.Her hand glanced over the waist of my pyjamas, brushing against my cock end and then again and again, it was no accident now. I lay ridged in bed letting my mother use me.“Wow my boys turning in to a man” she giggled“Maam”“It’s alright your just human, does that feel nice”Her hand lay on top of my cock and her fingers kept nipping.