My mom killed him. That was all that rattled about in my head. I gripped the brass handle of the door knob. My dad installed this handle when I was se...en or eight. I helped him out, handing him his tools. He told me I was good son and ruffled my hair with his hand. Mary reached out and placed her hand over mine."We'll face it together," she whispered. God, she was the best. I pushed down on the handle and the door opened.Inside, my mom was handcuffed, sitting on the couch, sobbing softly. Two. I looked at my self, i was wearing a thong which i had not been wearing when i went to the bar, a garter belt and white thigh high socks but no top, some one had put me in sexy lengera, i was confused. All of a sudden a door opened, "who the fuck are you" i yelled, "its me john" said the man. "what the fuck" i yelled, "how could you do this to me". "shut up and listen and ill yet you go" john said. John walked up to me. "You will do what i say and if you dont you will be dead." "now, suck my. He told her his mother sure didn't look like her. He told her he had been thinking about fucking her all summer and after yesterday, he knew she wanted it and he pushed her back on the couch and pulled her shorts and panties off telling her not to scream or he would tell everyone how she had been teasing him and let him in the house. She knew it was true and let him have his way with her. She said she couldn't help but look down and watch as he penetrated her and he saw her and told her he knew. He plays college football and has strong hands. I wanted to take off my panties and feel my pussy when the telephone rang. I wanted to pick it up but I was too horny to get up. I let my hands feel my boobs and I delicatley squeezed them. The telephone kept ringing but I didn't care. They could leave a message for all I cared. I felt my nipples get hard and I took of my shirt. I stopped wearing a bra when I'm at home because it makes my boobs sore. I was getting wet and I couldn't take it.