She needed back-to-school clothes, not maternity back-to-school clothes, but those were the only clothes her sore mother would consider for a girl who...was staying pregnant and would deliver a bastard child she would be keeping.Crystal got down on her knees and begged. She kissed the knees. She kissed her way to both feet while begging. She cried real tears while begging, and begging forgiveness. In a last ditch effort to win sympathy; Crystal tried to kiss her way to her mother's pussy, just to. I'd said "Yes ma'am," "Yes, ma'am," as if I were talking to my put-upon mother in Memphis, or an aunt. The patterns were becoming clearer in my mind. As Martha sat across from me and ate her salad I found myself staring at her, at Martha, at mother, father, teacher, staring less as Steven but more as Speedy the dependent, obedient boy. At Martha, the anima, at Carl Jung's Terrible Mother; at her devastating erotic power. At... She said, "Why are you staring at me like that?"I blinked. "Sorry.". There was a bend in the path just at the edge of visibility, and after a moment a small cart came into view from around the bend, rolling toward her silently but for the soft sound of the wheels on the dirt. Taryn bit a soft lip, her stomach continuing to reveal her trepidation to herself. The cart stopped beside her. A large man was behind the wheel, black and muscular. His brown eyes rested on hers a moment, then slowly rolled down to take in her five-foot body, and back up again. She seemed. Sharon came to his side, looking, too."Let's touch it," she whispered."She'll wake up," Jimmy warned."Jimmy, I touched your cock and balls when you were asleep in the car, and you didn't wake, not until you came." Mom might come if we touch her cunt!" No, she won't" Sharon moved her hand forward."Don't, Sharon!"Kathy stirred."See, I told you!" Jimmy said in a thick voice.But Kathy became still again. She was starting to wake up, and she wasn't sure she had heard her son and daughter or not. She.