"Fuck yes, that's how I want it, you motherfucker. Fuck me how you want to fuck Shyla!" she yelled, right after I slammed my manhood back into her. "I...am, you fucking wench. Shut up and take it!" I began thrusting my cock incredibly hard and I felt as if I was burning away under the sun. "Your cock must hurt by now, why haven't you made me cum yet? Why won't you make me feel the pain and pleasure of a power orgasm only a woman's husband can give her?" she growled. My entire body clenched up and. On my id- Now the story-In the morning when I woke up, I was all alone on my bed. I recalled the events of last nights which were stimulating as well as confusing for me. I could not able to get the thoughts of my mother. I always respected her but this feeling of desire was something new for me. Though I always had hots for the elder and mature women, but this thing… it was a challenge to the moral baggage which I was carrying like others. Recollecting all the details I decided to play cool. I'm not sure where it's going, but our stuff is loads of fun, and I love wandering around promoting it and coming home and making it. Especially lately, when I've had some time to get on the computer. It's a real kick." What about doing real clothes? Don't you think you'll get sick of virtuals?" Well, Anne, maybe I will, but I've just gotten rolling on it. I'm working on Heather's stuff some, and learning how to do it myself. No, for now, virtual clothing is just fine. If I need a change,. I read and reread Lucy's letter while my mother's words echoed in my head. Was she gay? Is that what she meant? Did she want me to be with Lucy? I was so confused, and the counselors I talked to didn't help. I just couldn't open up to them and tell them what had happened.Monday arrived, and I was discharged, my wrist bandaged up and a prescription for penicillin and vicodin in my hand. I had nowhere to go. My father had disowned me, and Lucy wanted nothing to do with me. All my friends were.