Her nails are bright red, and she pays weekly to keep them perfect. I could hire hookers for that kind of money, but not only is my mother economicall... vapid, she has a peculiar attitude about sex.She never complained when my father would grab her and fondle her tits or split her thighs with a crude paw. I'd catch sight of this in the living room occasionally, but I'm sure it happened more often out of my sight. He was a walking hard on. The cops imprisoned my father for raping homeless women,. When he opened his mouth and extended his tongue to tickle her tits Marty went wild. She clawed at the carpet they lay on, she cried out with a wild sound and started gushing her precious sex fluids. Copious amounts of her lubricant poured out of the tight fit and leaked over Bill’s cock and dribbled down over his balls. ‘I’m going to make it. I’m there.’ She tried to make sense but the words were strangled and jumbled. ‘Fuck me. Hard. Stuff my cock way up in you and make my nuts boil,’ Bill. Tell me about it." The truth was that between work, studies and fucking I didnt have much time to sleep therefore I would find myself late for everything. With those thoughts in my mind I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from my new teacher friend. "How is class?" "Boring as hell. Fighting to stay awake." I answered and put the phone back on my pocket.After a minute my pocket vibrated again."You poor thing. Was I too rough on you last night?" Maybe the third time was a bit of a stretch for. This was bad, but the misery was at least created by a human. I knew that I would have to face the horror back there again someday, and the thought made me shudder.“Fuck...”It frustrated me that I still didn’t know what had happened back there. Had there been something or someone? Had it been Asshole who had scared me? Had it been my own mind paying tricks with me? I had no idea, and the uncertainty would have driven me crazy if my daily life in here hadn’t already taken care of that job.I.