She could feel how those fingers moved over her naked skin of her thighs, edging closer and closer to her now engorged and probably wet puss. What wil... happen when that guy will find out that she was wet? Would he tell the others? Would they maybe all have a feel? WOULD THEY RAPE HER? A few more tears started to escape her eyes, and she felt like she could throw up any minute now.The moment that those fingers reached her vertical lips, she gasped in surprise. She couldn't belief how sensitive. I ordered a hard drink as I really want to go high. Liked the scotch… 30 minutes and a peg down, I didn’t see anyone who’s worth it. I can see many teens ogling me. Well, why not at least try a dance with any of them.I joined the crowd in the center and started dancing myself. Some guys started moving towards me and tried to dance along. They are awkward dancers. And there’s no masculinity at all in them. That’s when my eyes stuck on this man right opposite to where I sat before. He was a macho. One day when I was with her walking she met a friend and she introduced me as her son. Then the friend’s reaction was “Oh! My God.. Sarika.. You have such big son.. You don’t look so.. he is like your brother.” I also noticed many men used look at her figure greedily. Seeing that I used to feel proud that my Mom is so beautiful and young.She is 5’8” in height with fair complexion, satin smooth skin, long shining black hair falling at her fleshy taut buttocks. She has 36B boobs which are firm. He even has adiaper on. It is good that I can dress the devil as a sissy baby. I knowhe is my son, but I really hate him. Wait until I make him play outsidewith slut girl clothes, or just a diaper. I love humiliating him?This was the first time that I heard my Dad say it. He hated me. All hewanted to do was to humiliate me and make me more and more into a baby andsissy. It was like my heart stopped when I heard my own father say hehated me. I thought also that he would take me down town just.