“Mom? What the hell you doing” “Just wanted to see my baby boy” she hiccuped “I've missed him.”“I've missed you too mom, but your drunk....Let me get you to bed.”“I'm not drunk!!” She slurred, “I perfectly fine” as she collapsed at the side of my bed. I turned the bed side light on “mom are you ok!”“Nooo turn off the sun, turn it off” she said flaying her arms.“Ok ok” I turned the light off. “Let me help you up”’I said as I gently eased her up onto my bed.“Thank you sweetie, you always look after. It only took moments after he closed the doorfor the memories, the pain, the fear to flood back into him nearlyoverwhelming him with the intensity. It wasn't just the act, it was allof it the feeling of being twisted and trapped in his own mind as hisbody betrayed him...it was the memory of spending days as some douche'sbubbly bimbo puppet and loving it. "Oh God, do I wish it would happenagain!" Another twisting and he couldn't help himself as he puked onthe carpet. "Oh God! Oh God please. As you can see on here 'Dropping a towel', when your Pizza is delivered relieves the boredom of being home alone, that's why I phone for a Pizza and pray the delivery guy is an old one, that way I am giving him something hopefully no one else has had, and yes, I take selfies with the said man wrapped around my naked torso, rubbing alcohol onto my chest lets him smell and assume I am a helpless drunk and so he has a good feel and knows my pussy is wet, some deliveries I have had, last for thirty. I can't help but laugh and cover my eyes slightly as we head to the front because this is horribly funny and I can actually almost see over the gates. Pumping my fist into the air and laughing, the hot guys under me are also laughing and grinning like fools and I flirtatiously pat their heads. Once we get to the front of the gates, they help me down and I brush off my romper and smile at all of them. "Omigod guys, thank you so much. That was really fun." I laugh gently and they all fist pump.