It made things easier for one in having to use the bedpan, as much as I hated having to do so. But...the upside of that was, I was naked beneath the s...eet, and upon tossing back the covering, was able to show her just what I meant by that. My cock was stone, and looked like it to. She sat there looking at it, her eyes unmoving for a moment, no words coming from her mouth either as she sat there, holding the spoon with oatmeal piled on top of it in mid-air as though she'd just been frozen in. Her lips tasted so sweet that I spent the next ten minutes doing nothing else while Mom watched and smiled, until Carrie and I needed to break away and catch our breaths. It came to me that it was time to slip her out of her silk shorts and robe. With each and every centimeter revealed, I tasted her skin. I nibbled at her ears and neck. I attended to each shoulder, down each arm, and gently drew each of her delicate fingers into my mouth. Leaving her hands, I traced her collarbone with just the. I came out and called them, i showed them the kitchen and bathroom incase they got creative and then came to bedroom and said, there is your bitch ready to be raped and beaten up for 4 hrs. remember the more she screams all night the more money you get, mom was trembling with fear, i cud see her trying to look back but failing, i asid goodnight guys enjoy the slut, imagine you are the devil and make her see hell. they laughed and closed the door as i went off to sleep in the lounge.i was woke. It was late one rainy night and I had dropped in for my customary dinner after work. Mack's Diner was in, what had once been, a fashionable part of town but now was just one step away from skid row. It had become, over the years, a local greasy spoon, frequented by seniors on a fixed income who didn't want to cook at home, singles, like myself, who had no culinary skills and the occasional lost stranger who dropped in for directions, a cup of coffee, or a piece of pie."Nothing much, it's been a.