Then I'd lay the crotch my mom's panties over my mouth and nose. I would hold them against my face and lick all along the crotch, tasting my mom's jui...es and smelling her sweet odors. With my free hand I would rub myself into a violent spasm of hot cum. God it was great. Now at 14 I walked over to the bed. I knew they would not wake up, but I shook Mom anyway. She just moaned. I pulled down my shorts, and leaned against my mom's ass slowly rubbing my hard cock against her warm crack. I was. .The driver was not our friend from the earlier night, but seemed pleasant enough (and accepted my fare) and we enjoyed the brief trip that took just about forty minutes driving slowly and carefully on the icy roads. If I had expected any kind of a hero's welcome at her village, which I hadn't, it would have been a big letdown. No one at first seemed especially interested or excited at our arrival, but I soon started to receive a good number of fairly suspicious looks from practically everyone,. The hardest part for me was when the head of his dick was at its widest point. I wanted to stop him, but instead I bit down on the seat cushin and took it. After the head was all the way into me I was able to relax. He started pumping me slow at first, sensing my pain. I loved him for that. My ass was greedy though, and it wanted more and more of him. So did me. I wanted him to fuck me like the whore I was. The whore I am. As he inched his huge cock into me, spreading my insides I realized that. .. killed him. She had stuck theneedle in her leg and finished him off, without even thinking.Stop it. Jesse closed her eyes, calmed her nerves. Stop. Nobody's dead.You're alive. You're safe. She tested herself. What's your favoritepizza? What's your favorite movie? She smiled at the comfortablememories.Pepperoni. And Ghostbusters.Jesse stared into the mirror. James didn't die. James is just a name,he is me, and I'm still here. Jesse and James, they're both me. I ammore than my name. I am more.