We checked the timetable and of course being on a Sunday the next bus wasn't due for another half an hour. ... We chatted for a while then I sayed I needed the toilet I noticed the main ones were closed for renovation but there were temporary ones there they were in like a portacabin gents one side ladies the other I said I'm off to the toilet I won't be long. We fucked like rabbits the entire time I was home, but something seemed different. She asked to go out with her girlfriends a couple of times. When I caught her talking on the phone, she abruptly hung up. She always had an excuse. Something told me she was cheating on me, but I didn’t have the time to check into it. Three months after I shipped out, she wrote and told me she was pregnant. Of course she said it was mine. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then she told me she was moving to Iowa, she had. "Hetold me I am cured from my addiction, but I owe so much to so many."Mike then gave his story. He was 31, and had been on drugs for fiveyears. Almost four years ago it had gotten so bad that he had been firedfrom the bakery he worked at in London, and had returned to his hometownof Ingersoll where the addiction got worse and worse. He had broken intohomes to steal goods to pawn, and even had broken into a pharmacy beforethey stopped storing Oxycodone in their shops. He had been 12 dayswithout. I've always been attracted to my mom. Which is why I always call her mommy, the nickname makes my thighs quiver with excitement. I fantasize of screaming and moaning, "Mommy!" Over and over as she brings me to orgasm after orgasm. I snap out of my daydreaming quickly. My mom has left my side to go grab the cake she made out of the oven. I slowly make my way up to my room, and quickly disrobe. I lay on my bed and start stroking myself. I caress my breasts pinching and pulling at them, imagining.