"I was in third grade. It was spring so I would have been eight years old. I remember it clearly. We had school assemblies, and officers came to every...classroom. It was a big deal." Nobody ever came forward. We didn't have a lick of evidence. It was like she had vanished from the face of the earth, until yesterday," the sheriff said. "It won't be official until the pathologist signs off on it, but I don't think there's any doubt." My god," exclaimed the judge."I think you better explain how. It was only a matter of time before he was tempted to ask his mother for her virgin asshole. Neema was on all fours the moment her son asked for it. Arun fucked his mother’s ass, on the floor, in the doggy style. He grabbed her by her hair, hurting her with his strong pull, as he drilled her tight back door.Neema felt so much pain that day. She felt she could never walk again. There was a gaping hole in her butt. Still, the orgasmic pleasure she had was enough. It made her wish that it was her. But I had made up my mind to face my punishment like a man, so I stayed, staring back at my new friend Judy as she continued to hold my hand and tickle my palm.When she finally released my hand, it was like breaking a spell. I nervously started shuffling toward the door. I was halfway across the kitchen when I heard her say, "Kevin." She said it kind of slow, and drawn out, and I read a lot into that one word."Yes ma'am?" Don't run off. There's something I'd like to talk to you about. Do you. I was having trouble sleeping, so, while my wife slept soundly, I went to fix myself a drink. As I came quietly back upstairs, I noticed Cassys door was ajar slightly and I could see the red glow from her bedside lamp was on. I admit, I should have walked by, but it was a faint gasp that attracted my attention. I very carefully moved closer-it was dark in the hallway, so I felt sure she wouldn't notice-and I peeped in through the ajar door. Cassy was sitting half-upright in bed, topless and was.