He again became very vocal and called me his little whore and his cum slut, he moaned as he aggressively began throat fucking me... I gagged and cough...d and even puked a tiny bit and it all just made him moan more loudly and grab the back of my head as he deep throat face fucked me. After a little while he pulled his cock free and told me to look in the mirror before he bred me... I stood and saw my make up destroyed and my shirt covered in saliva, I looked like a used up trashy whore and it. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter away.It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudity around her that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my nudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around the house. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my exhibitions. Up till then, I believed that we had never crossed overt incest boundaries, but, I also think that slowly but surely, sexual innuendo and. I know you're upset, maybe even pissed off, but we stillhave to get these mercs back to town and locked up. Can we table thisuntil after we do that and maybe get some more info?"Jerry sighed and looked off into the distance for a few seconds. Then heturned back to me and offered his hand to me."Okay, Donna, but don't get the idea that this is over with. I know whatI want to do, what I need to do for myself now, and I don't think you, orJim, or Penny, or even Paul can talk me out of it, but. I was walking from there to school one mileevery day as a high school student years ago. I needed my car to go toWoodfords were I'd ordered flowers for Mom.I was sitting in my Scout in the middle of Elm Street and waiting for thejam to start moving. The cyclist squeezed between my car and the curb.While driving he bumped in the right-wing mirror and flipped it. I lookedto the right. No damage was made just the mirror turned a little. Therewas some building with the blind wall facing the street..