“Joe!” I said firmly, while appreciating that he’d spoken without thinking.“I know, sir,” Karen said, looking at Joe. “I’m naked. You’...e seeing me as me and not as your mom, now. As for my language, it’s the worst word in my vocabulary and I would have done some pretty awful things to you if I’d ever heard you use that word. Yet that word best describes what I naturally am. And it’s why I hated the word so much. Now I understand it’s just a word to describe me as I am and I’ve come to. I always debated about the righteousness of this act and it was always fifty fifty. The growing man in me convinced saying, ‘Just use it for your fantasies, that’s okay’.Over a period of time I masturbated holding mom’s clothes imagining her own body. It didn’t stop there, I started stealing glances at my mom to save for my masturbation sessions. I have seen enough of mom. Earlier when I was much younger mom used to call me for help at various positions. Since I have no sisters, sometimes she. Your gasp is so very satisfying.I raise myself up until just the tip is in my mouth and repeat the motion, fully taking you again. In a succession of movements, I take you in and release, again and again, feeling your hips rise to meet me and listening to your breaths as you come closer and closer to cumming.I love that you love taking me. I am yours. My body is yours but today is about you and I can tell that the spell I’ve woven is complete when you suddenly stiffen up, your muscles. Patrick was giving Caroline pretty much the same treatment. Pretty soon they were both whimpering pretty good. I guess we both felt a little merciful at the same time because we both stopped. The girls asses were all quivery and red. Really they were trembling all over, very scared. All kinds of weird stuff went though my mind. Where did it come from? I was just a kid. Or was I Mike, Mike even though she knew I wasn't Mike. As soon as I thought she thought I wasn't Mike another surge of anger.