She had never married but lived in her and my father’s family home after my grandparents died a few years prior. She was always concerned and nice ...o me, but she wasn’t my mother, and I now realize I never really returned her love for me.Back at school, I was now different. When I had arrived in the fall, I had been rather shy and was bullied a good bit by the older boys. One in particular, who lorded over me and more or less made me his slave.When I returned, I suddenly had more confidence.. She knew that he liked what he saw.I could hear my mom giggling and my bully laughing from my spot on the floor. Still in pain I gingerly got to my feet and slowly made my way to the living room where both of them were.I couldn't believe what I was looking at.My mom was wearing a way to small towel, holding hit weakly at the top to keep it from falling down while she giggled at something Chad had said to her. I couldn’t understand why she was wearing such a small towel, she had plenty that were. And if they did, they would be hanging around the convent like vultures waiting to get a piece of prime meat for themselves. That was the reason Sister Natalie was so blatant in her pursuit of me. She must have known no one would have believed such a tale from a horny kid like me.Because of her investment in this postpubescent my self-confidence with females, from my age at the time to women as mature as Rina Strelnicov, became magnetism. I lost all fear of rejection and even understood the. Janet exclaimed, "Oh Kathleen I want to sit on his face and make him lick me again and you told me I can wank him next time". Kathleen laughed, "Don't worry s*s. we can do all of that and much more". I complained, "Please, why do you want to hurt me, I don't deserve this". Kathleen reacted strongly and slapped me, "You don't think we came here because we wanted to do you, we were told we had to to keep you company so we will do what we want with you".When we finished eating Kathleen, who was.