Maybe I should have just let it go. But that's not really the way I am. Plus, I was totally infatuated with Amy and I didn't want to give up without...a fight. I also felt she was hiding something from me."Look Amy," I began. "It's okay if you don't want to date anymore, but I just have this feeling you're holding back on the truth. Are you sure there isn't more that you aren't telling me?"Amy stopped in her tracks and faced me. She placed her legs neatly together and huddled her arms close. There had been many times over the years that she’d found evidence of her son’s fascination with her underwear. She knew he made it a habit to raid her laundry basket, and then return the stolen goods when he was done. She’d found many of her bras and panties spackled with semen, and knew from the impressive size of the loads shot onto them that they hadn’t come from her husband. She’d loved the fact that a handsome young man like her son found her attractive. She knew many other mothers would. She raised her head from what she was doing to turn to look at him. This brought a harder slap and she shook her head, but lowered it to continue licking. Finally he grabbed her hips and I could see him thrust harder. He threw his head back and I knew he was cumming inside her. I saw him give her one last hard thrust, slap her ass, then climb off the bed. I thought he was done, but then I saw him replace the pillow under the head of the girl on the bottom and move to the foot of the bed.He. Without my inner thoughts to distract me, I become aware of a pressure in my mind. I realize it’s been there since I arrived here. I don’t know how I know, but it’s a presence, and it’s female.‘I am Tahlana, your trainer. Remove your clothing,’ the voice hisses in my mind. A slight moment of panic darts through my languid thoughts as my limbs respond. I grasp the bottom of my dingy hoodie, remove it in one swift motion and toss it outside my circle of light. I kick off my shoes, held together.