“You lost consciousness babe, I fucked you into oblivion,” I said with tons of concern in my voice. “Mmmmm, that was the greatest feeling I hav... ever had. How long was I out?” “You were out for thirty minutes my love,” I said. “Wow, babe I don’t care if you knock me out every time. I want to feel that again and again. You only ever read of people being fucked into unconsciousness and here you did it,” she laughed. “Do you need to get up babe?” I asked. “Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom,”. Red and Blondie. Fucking awesome."Go shower and change your laundry over, then come for a sandwich," Mom called from the kitchen.I did as she requested, putting on a pair of shorts, and sat down in the kitchen to a huge sandwich and a glass of milk. I was hungry and wolfed it down as I looked at Mom.She was wearing tan shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight white t-shirt. Her hair was up in a long pony-tail. Fuck, she always looks so hot! "I think you should change. I know what’s coming next as she stops in a gateway by a small wood. I know what she’s expecting. But maybe I still have some pride. Some self-respect. She turns to me and her eyes…oh god, those eyes, with their reverse-medusa effect of turning women to jelly…Her piercing eyes bore right through to my soul. There are questions in them, and answers too if I care to ask. I unclip my seatbelt slowly, my stomach in a bitter knot. My mind is a mess. What is the right thing to do? My heart is. I take a long hot shower and masturbate twice replaying the kidnapping in my mind again. I lotion and spray his favorite perfume all over my body as I slip into these skimpy black boy shorts and a white tank top. I organize my room accordingly so you wouldn't be expecting a thing and so you will never know what hit you. I lie on my couch and doze off to a movie and wait for you to arrive. I suddenly wake up to my door bell ringing and I get up and compose myself I walk over to answer it. .