It had been daylight for two hours and still nobody was looking for me. I reassessed my injuries; dislocated shoulder painfully snapped back into plac..., not the first time I had done this and probably not the last either; sprained ankle treated with my nylon belt, used to form a figure eight brace over my boot; the three inch cut on my right thigh would need stitches as soon as I could recover my aid kit, the two inch cut on my upper left abdomen along the ribs might not need stitches after I. “This might hurt a little but I promise you I will make up for it.” He slowly takes one finger and enters me with an ease that only made me moan out more. “That’s it baby, just relax,” he moaned in my ear. I felt so good I could not help but follow his rhythm. Before I knew it the length of him was tenderly sliding inside of me one inch at a time. Suddenly a part of me started to feel a little pain. A little pain turn into a lot of pain and my moan turn into to a cry. “Baby, stop it hurts,” I. About 2 or 3 minutes after I jizzed all over myself, my mom got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the sink. At first, I did not think anything of it. But after several minutes had passed, I became suspicious. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and gently leaned my ear up against it. To this day, the sounds that I heard still drive me wild. My mother was gently moaning and breathing quite heavily. Yes, she was masturbating and undoubtedly, it was in response to my little show. I couldn't. We also had a big box of buckwheat pancake mix. In minutes, we were scooping pancakes off the big griddle and stacking them on trays.Plates, flatware, and glasses began appearing on the tables. Big cartons of orange juice and milk were put on the tables as well. People began sitting at the tables, digging in for breakfast. Juanita had joined Mercy and me, helping pour and flip the pancakes. She seemed to enjoy the group.When we were finished cooking and getting ready to go out to the patio, I.