Upstairs Mike pulled his boxers back up, he smiled an evil smile, he wassure he'd have another chance to fuck his mom.Mike woke up with a start the ne...t morning, he had been having some kind ofweird dream which he could't remember, but he was left with the sense thatit had been quite erotic and had involved his mother to some extent. He layin his bed for a few moments thinking about what had happened the previousnight, he felt no guilt or shame about what he'd try to do to his mother,in fact as. "Honey, you be a good girl and work hard. Don't worry about money, now. Your ma and I can help ya out with the spending money," the kind hearted man assured, pushing his beat-up felt hat back on his head. He pecked his daughter on the cheek and sped off, dust billowing like forest fire smoke as the Chevy's tires crunched on the gravel heading back for the farm outside of Davis.Mimi stood there before that two story wooden house, eyeing it in rapt suspicion and sizing up the challenge of these. You would be surprised how many people are out there that have escaped cults and wanted their lives back. To help them I ran EEG and other scans to see if there was a pattern in brain activity. I studied healthy individuals as well as those suffering from mental trauma from their cult experiences. I was two years into my study when I found it. The medical term is long and complicated but I nick named it the ‘slave wave’. My first experiments went into reproducing the wave in healthy minds. The. I didn’t even try to cover myself up, and just lay on the bed enjoying the feeling of just being fucked by that big cock. Darrell came up and sat on the bed and said, “Maria, I had no idea that you would be receptive to him fucking you. This opens a whole new realm of possibilities for you and us. Does Ed know that you were going to go this far?”It didn’t seem to make sense to hide the truth anymore, so I told him that Ed had agreed to me being fucked and that he even wanted to suck the cum.