"Well, I spike her drinks with roofies and even added fertility pills. I have no clue what the side effects will be, but I'm pretty sure her ovulation...has gone haywire." She wink at them.Realizing what my mother means, by something special. I rush over to stop them, but I goten kicked, and toss across the room.Due to the drug, my mother habitation was removed and she performs anything cruel without hesitation."I'm a fucking horny bitch. I don't care if you all knock me up." My mother say, due. When they came to High Point Fork and Bud had turned right to take the climb to Mason’s Creek she called, ‘Change of mind, woman’s prerogative. Let’s go to Moss Lake.’ All those years ago, the eight sixteen year-olds with Mrs Streeter as chaperone in the packed cabin at nights, had gone every day to Moss Lake to swim. Although that was in midsummer, the water had been chilly as the small lake was ringed by tall trees, with moss covering the ground and hanging from the trees – a really eerie. I found a relatively clean pair of jeans on the floor, and a nice-looking flannel shirt hanging in my closet that appeared to have never been worn. I pocketed the pile of stuff on my bedside table — a wallet, a pocketknife, a couple of quarters, and a set of keys — and with a last look in the mirror (so far, this body was the only good thing about this whole nightmare) I headed downstairs.I paused at the doorway to the living room, comparing the scene to the one I had left the night before. The. "Emily, please, sweet. Please stop. Stop or I'm gonna cum. Oh shit."Maybe I wasn't such a bad cocksucker after all. I pulled my mouth back from him. His hand moved away from his cock leaving me to hold it. I hefted the monster before my eyes admiring the sight: swollen, red, wet, weeping, and above all hard. "Oh shit" is exactly right. This is exactly why I'm here on earth: to get fucked by this thing.The day that my mind can't recall the image of Jeremy's cock at that moment is the day that I.