That’s was as far as I ever dared to go. The only other times I left the flat was to walk to the shops in nearby Albany Road, or if I was feeling ad...enturous, a large Sainsbury’s supermarket on Colchester Avenue, fifteen minutes walk away. It was the last Friday in March, a week after the full lockdown had been imposed that the incident I wish to share with you happened. Like many people I’d ordered things online and was awaiting a couple of parcels – mainly Blu-Rays and a new pair of. Naked except for my bleach white panties I continued to pummel him with my knees and my fists. He took every one with hardly a flinch. I didn't hold back. I know I was hurting him. His father had conditioned him to endure worse.Reaching for the crotch of my panties, he thumbed it aside and exposed my hairy vagina. "Are you wet yet, Mom?" His index finger probed. "I'm going to fuck you with your panties on. So I can take them for my prize after our juices mingle in them." His finger had trouble. That scum refused to givea true journalism work ! All he gave her was trashy boring work good enoughfor any gutter press newspaper . His last idea of a rewarding job had beento send her off to a Goddamned reception where she had had to inter view allsorts of rich good-for-nothing who did not seem to know how good their lifecould be .That had been the last blow . Upon returning from this reception,she had stormed in her boss's office, slammed her resignation onto his deskand then the door in his. ." mom said, "higher, more, that's it, in the hole, now tongue me, stick it deep, deeper, up, up, more, now move to my asshole. That's it, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, stick some fingers in me. That's it, that's it, tongue fuck that asshole, faster, faster. I'm so close, so fucking close, more fingers, more fingers. SHIT, I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG!"I didn't know what was going on. But I did know that, whatever it was, it made my mother feel good; unlike anything I had ever felt or knew of. I could see my dad.