By now the movement between our bodies had moved my swimming trunks a bit down exposing the tip of my penis. I could say so since I felt my Mum’s ba...e skin against the tip of my penis.“Oh! Mum!!” I said and hugged her again. This time, by an involuntary kind of instinct, I pressed my pelvis against my mum’s. My mum, as she still held me with her left hand, took her right hand from my back, arched her lower body backwards producing a gap between the two of us, slid her right hand between our. The man licks my nipples which hurts my sensitivebuds. My cunt is now on fire, and I can't keep still. I need relief. I needsomething. My hips are gyrating at a frantic pace; I maintain a frenzied pacetrying to relieve the burning and itching in my pussy. "The Marquis said I couldn't cut you or bruise you, but he didn't sayI couldn't put holes in you," he says laughing sadistically. I feel nothing but total hopelessness. There is nothing I can do to help myself.I am at his mercy and he shows no. She wasfurious. "Didn't think I'd notice, did you!" She shouted. "Didn'tthink I'd be able to tell the difference between the pictures of youbarefoot and those of you in nude nylons?" "I'm sick of you treating me like a witch you wish to see burned atthe stake." Alex snapped back. "You're acting like you'd rather seeme dead than get a sex change operation. Just so you don't have tobe embarrassed." "Shhh..." Alex's mother hushed him. "Don't bring up the "W" wordin this house. The government. My friends try their best to keep me strong at least for myself. But I am not used to being alone. And most important, everything here reminds me of my husband, love of my life.I can’t focus on work and I become a bit reserve. My male office mates, who use to make fun of me nowadays start asking me out, seems to make me feel better, but I am not a teenage to not know their intentions. But honestly speaking, I was having sleepless nights. Something was missing in life. I don’t know. I start.