I didn't want her to know what had happened, that I was now my son's sex doll, that he was fucking me on a whim, that my pussy was getting used and ab...sed at will.Around lunchtime, I picked up something from the kitchen and climbed into my car, sitting back in the seat, spreading my legs open and putting a cold soda can against my sore pussy, sighing. I couldn't eat. All my muscles were tired from sex and my stomach was in knots over all that had happened.The passenger door suddenly opened and. Hunter was there, alone. Jake tried to call Hunter, but it was as if he was invisible, Hunter couldn’t see or hear him.Hunter was sitted, he had a worried look on his face and constantly looked at his cellphone, to check the time. Then, he suddenly stoo up and dialed some numbers on his cellphone:“Hi, Miss Warsavage, it’s Hunter. Is Jake there?”…“Ok, I’ll wait.”……“What…? He said that?”…“I see… Ok. Good day to you too.”Hunter hung up and closed his eyes… He started breathing heavily, and hold. He also knew he couldn't do anything to stop her from leaving.Lucinda ran outside rushing to her car. A crowd outside stared at her as she walked passed them. This had to be a dream. She'd dreamed so many times of being able to see her son but never did she think she'd be in love with him.As she drove back home tears ran down her face and she could barely manage to see the road as her vision blurred. The traffic was heavy outside and the cars just passed her up honking at her to move faster.. Except for that time, not too long ago, when her Mother had caught her in the bathroom with Zack, her favourite dildo which she had improvised from the long curved handle of a rather good hairbrush. She liked this toy the best because it was solid black and made her feel that she was being very naughty.She pictured it as the long black cock of a heavily muscled black boy like one of the hunky basketball players from her school team. She knew most of the other cheerleaders bent over for the very.