Amber was a 19 year old freshman enjoying her first semester at Dimsville University. She was studying biochemistry and was hoping to become a world r...nowned researcher in marine biology. She had no real figure to note, her practically nonexistent chest was only overshadowed by her practically nonexistent hips and flat butt. Her face was probably her best feature. Amber had never worried about acne in high school and her teeth were always straight and white. Her long copper hair was beautiful. I would treat it like a vacation.I hung around the hotel for the three weeks, enjoying the company of Ms.Hopkins, Tami, and Liz. When my time was up, Ms. Hopkins took my creditcard and began charging me for each day. I wasn't worried because I knewI would find work in Atlanta. I was a competent salesman, with a goodresume.About three weeks went by?and I had no luck at all. Ms. Hopkins informedme that my credit card was maxed out?so I explained my situation. It wasa little embarrassing. . 3:30. The thick hotel drapes would block out the sun, so they should be able to get a decent night sleep. She rolled onto her side facing Allison and watched her shadow as she drifted off to sleep.It seemed only moments later when Abigail was jolted awake. It took her a moment to orient herself. She looked at the clock. Almost five. She wondered why she woke up. She looked over at Allison, and could see that her head was rolling back and forth. Softing whimperings drifted from her lips. Abigail. Just thinking that I masturbated thinking of my son made me blush red. Those two things, two truths he just reminded me of got my mind in a torrent. Was I really so sexually attracted to my own son, but frustrated that it could never be consummated, became obsessive, possessive with him? "Marcus, the things you're saying today, this is wrong, maybe you need therapy..." "Oh, Mother, you say such silly things." He took his hand and slid it down my stomach, and he began to stroke my clitoris..