Hart’s Hands rip me away he starts kissing me but this time it feels like he’s trying to hurt me. I feel one of his hands reaching into my jeans a...d he starts to rub my stiffening cock, again I start to feel light headed and my legs feel like jello, I start to fall over but Mr. Hart keeps a strong hold on my, my struggling gets weaker and weaker until my vision starts to fade. In the distance I hear someone yelling and I slip to the floor, a window breaks and in the back of my mind I think that. I would have expected relief to wash over me as I regained my control, but was only met with a sharp emptiness. The night continued, I made small talk with some faces I recognized and even had short lived flirting session with one of the more drunk guests, before she left, complaining about my lack of attention towards her. It was true, despite my better wishes I couldn’t help looking back across the room trying to catch her eyes again, but each time failing to do so. It seemed that every time. I said I would like that as it would let the hormonesflood my body unhindered by testosterone. She led me into a small room,told me to take my panties off, remove my tape and lie on the examinationtable. This I did and she lifted each of my legs and put them instirrups, produced a syringe and injected each testicle. After a fewminutes, she poked me with a needle and I didn't feel anything. She askedme if I was sure, I said I was, so she made a small incision on the leftside, pulled out my. My arms and back began to tire and hurt but I did not stop. I was moaning, but was white noise as my being, my focus, was my asshole. My son's cock was in my ass. I fucked him faster and faster."Oh god Mom, I, I'm going to cum, jeez I'm going to cum."He grabbed my fat tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples. He understood; I wanted it brutal and hard. The intensity of pain and pleasure was what I needed. He squeezed my nipples again and I howled and went sailing over the edge, screaming my.