’He picks my ass up, ‘shut up,’ he said as he stuffed his cock in my ass. ‘Whores get fucked not forgiven.’ His hands controlled my hips, I ...ouldn’t do anything. I could feel my eyes running again. I didn’t even look at him, head to the side, eyes closed. My nipples were being roughly handled by his hands and teeth. The barbells would clatter in his teeth. I couldn’t react to anything, I just took it all, I loved it all. The pain, the tingle, the touch, and the pleasure it was all too much. I. She let my arm go, looking at me “Sure you don’t mind?” I shook my head saying “No. I don’t. It feels good” and kept my hand there, squeezing, feeling the weight and shape.She ran her hand over my groin and thighs, sniffed my neck and tugged my ponytail free. My hair whipped around our faces as we silently stroked and fondled and kissed each other for a while, wind buffeting the hedge and my legs shaking.I could feel her springy nipple hard beneath her t-shirt, so I lifted it up and began to. My dick throbbed. My mom was a sexy woman. My pussy clenched.“It'll be fine,” she said as she leaned back. “You don't have anything to be embarrassed. Becoming a futanari isn't your fault.”That wasn't why I was blushing. “I know. I'll be fine. Love you.”“Love you. Enjoy your day.”“Yeah, you, too.”Her face fell. “I just have to get through work.”“I just have to get through my classes.”Mom gave me this supportive, conspiratorial smile like we were in this together. She patted my knee right above. He kept screaming at me to move and as soon as I stepped outside I feltbullets tearing into my legs.I opened my eyes. Men in surgeons masks surrounded me. There werewords like suction and clamp. Something squirted from my chest.Wasn't it the legs I was shot in."Subject is awake," a nurse said. The doctor took a gas mask andpressed it to my face.The next time I awoke I couldn't see my body. My head was in some sortof vice. I asked a doctor what was going on. He told me I was in abody.