Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t do this on purpose. If he is doing it on purpose he has perfected his “it’s just my nature” act. There’s ju...t something about him that makes me a totally submissive, girly-girl, groupie for him. I don’t want to be like that, but I can’t help myself with him. You’ll see!I’m used to calling the shots. I’m used to choosing who I play with and who doesn’t make the cut. But he turns me into his wanton sex-slave. I don’t know which is worse, the fact that he has this. Almost as soon as he’d entered her he’d uttered a strangled gasp, his body jerking wildly, as she felt his hot juices draining from his body along with all his passion and enthusiasm. ‘Never mind, sweetie,’ she’d whispered, as he collapsed heavily on top of her. Around that time, she’d discovered some very informative websites, and it no longer seemed normal to have a boyfriend who wasn’t interested in her pleasure. Having an orgasm once or twice a year no longer seemed so normal. She dumped. Why else would Mom be masturbating and thinking about fucking me right after he left? I thought to myself.So that was it. I was set on finding a way to have my mother want to fuck me for real instead of only in her mind. But how? I trolled through hundreds of pages on the internet about the subject, and they all seemed lame. More fictitious than true, until by accident, I came across a webpage about witchcraft and how different spells could make someone sexually attracted to you. Then, after. ’ ‘That sounds good. By the way, my friends call me Lina.’ We took the shuttle and I threw the bags in the back of my truck and opened the door for her. It was a high step up and as I handed her in I was treated to a view of an expansive stretch of lovely thigh as she raised her leg getting in. She paused so I looked up at her. I thought she would be embarrassed but she just made a small smirk that turned into a Mona Lisa smile as she pulled her leg into the cab and pulled her skirt down to her.