"Whoa, wouldn't that be weird?" Everyone relaxed a bit and I broke the silence again. "Well, still I bet it has been a while since you've actually got...en any yourself Mom. I'm guessing what about three years?" Five." She replied with a dead glare towards me. "Yes it has been a while. But not long enough that I would fuck my own sons O.K.?" Ah so we're at least getting somewhere now. So then if everyone else here were to fuck you then that would be a different case?" I asked while looking around. "Mark said as he found himself unable to stop his tears. "I made myfirst suicide attempt as a kid and mom has kept it up till I almostdropped dead of a heart attack. I've always known I should have beenborn a girl, but my bigot of a mother would rather have a dead son overa live daughter. I don't care what I have to sell or how many jobs Ihave to work, I'm going to be the woman I was always meant to be." I think you all need some time alone to talk." Pat's husband said asthe two of them left. ‘I plan to be out by the deadline.’ ‘I won’t have child molesters living on my place!’ she declared. ‘I’m not that, but it doesn’t matter to me if you believe it or not,’ James answered back. ‘I saw you take that Indian boy up there,’ she retorted. ‘I was tutoring the boy in math,’ James replied with some anger. ‘For the record, I deny doing anything wrong. Other than that, I don’t want to discuss it with you.’ ‘I don’t want any Indians on my place, either,’ she hissed as James turned his. Then it started. He starts grabbing my tits abouve my shirt. He’s grabbing at my pussy, all super rough. I keep moving his hands away , but slowly. Then he reached under and started pinching and pulling my nipples. I kinda tried to stop him, and he just ripped my shirt straight off. I was so turned on. He was treating me so bad, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. He then put his hands down my pants and started fingering me. I’m pretty tight (at least I was back then! Also, only had.