She glanced back towards the road. She knew it was isolated but still she felt nervous standing there naked from the waist up, standing there outside ...he doorway in full view of the street.The guy took each of her large nipples between the fingers of each of his hands and then slowly squeezed and twisted.Margie gasped and winced, tears coming to her eyes. She felt her legs buckling under her and in a moment was on her knees whining softly as he continued to hurt her.He suddenly released her. Though I was wearing slacks, I could feel the wetness of Mom's pussy against my leg. My leg pulled back, instinctively, to hide the growing piece of meat which always reacted that way in the presence of a beautiful woman. For surely Mom is beautiful, always has been, ever since the day that I became able to differentiate the various reactions that a face gives to my brain.But, from what I read on this website –though I don't really believe it – I was different from most boys. I have never. He was in the middle of one of those crime shows that he liked so well, so I just said a quick hello / goodbye.I found Betty in the kitchen. She was prepping some food so all he had to do was through a container in the microwave. When I entered the room, she looked up and gave me a dirty look. "No funny business. I need to finish this so we can get going."I put up my hands in surrender and sat on the closest chair. I watched her scurry around the room for the next ten minutes or so before she. ..no fucking way. It's just- I wouldn't even know what tosay to her. We haven't even talked for two years. And I doubt she wouldeven believe it."Jessica forced the issue, much to my annoyance. "But she's your mom.Don't you think she deserves to know what happened to her son? Andcouldn't she help with the money too?"I spoke, spitting bits of cheese and pizza crust toward Jessica in theprocess, "She probably spends my dad's money on bingo and lotterytickets."Jessica frowned. "Isn't that your.