“I had hoped that my son would one day be a Master to a Baxter slave, but...” After a pause, she said more or less flatly, “... you turned out l...ke your father.”While I tried to comprehend what she had just said, her eyes shifted toward holly. “And you, slave holly,” she said derisively, “you probably turned out like your mother.”After a deep breath she asked, “So, how long has this been going on?”I stepped closer to the webcam in the top of my laptop and started to answer, but Mom cut me off. She felt really stupid and felt tricked into having sex. But at the same time, she confessed that she wanted to do it, just didn’t really know enough about what she was getting into, and it made her feel special and wanted. Then well, she found out she was pregnant and lost her boyfriend and that feeling. I really tried to comfort her as best I could, but I thought it was just a random occurrence and kind of figured she would learn to live with it. I just refused to see the problem, until. Kaylee's face. So perfect with her dark eyes open and staring, her mouth painted the exact red that matched the soft ribbon his uncle had wrapped in her hair. She'd seemed the sublime present, exquisite in death, never leaving, never screaming or hitting or hating, as his mother was.He closed his eyes, feeling the pull of that memory, unaware of his hands going to Michelle's throat. He didn't hear Tina's shouts or curses, or feel Michelle's hands digging into his skin, tearing at the meat on. She just reached over and drew me to her and we started to kiss and trying to get closer in a car is hard to do, so we got out and was standing next to it and kissed, she told me I would like for you to take care of me tonight, I need some loving, so she pulled up her dress and took off her panties, reached in her purse and gave me a condom, rubber as she put it, you have to use this ok, I wanted to fuck so bad I put it on and we were ready, we open the front door and she sat on the seat feet.