The director liked what he saw that we had improvised. So now I had to push into my mother’s body acting as if we were really fucking. We tried but ...he director kept on asking for more passion.Suddenly mom whispered to me that the fake sex was not working. She told me that were just acting and asked me to fuck her for real. Realising what mom told me I pushed my cock deep into her pussy and started pushing back and forth. I felt everything going in slow motion as I began to feel pre cum drip. A feeling like something inher brain or soul was about to give way...And yeah I'd told my parents. It hadn't gone well. They had refused tohear another word about it, and I'd refused to be silenced on the subjectof what was the biggest source of unhappiness in my life. I'd tried andtried to make them see what this meant to me, but I wasn't gettinganywhere with that.And since they'd always prided themselves in never being physicallyabusive---only psychologically---their solution to my. A few hours later I was awake again. It was still dark out. I lay inbed thinking. I had to come up with a way to ensure the events of theprevious couple of days were not a recurring thing.I did what I usually did. Research. Lots of it.The next several nights found me again under a table in a bar suckingoff a string of guys to keep the bimbo a bay. I also was searching forsomething specific.Eventually, I found it. A sleazy strip club called the "Pussy Hole" runby a pimp with an entrepreneuring. The generator can be programmed to allow air, light, radio waves, people, birds, small animals, and insects to pass through the force field; but it will sense the approach of high-velocity projectiles, such as bullets, and switch the mode of operation to Level 1 Alert. The sensors will detect the splinters of the Embassy staff and their families. If the person is authorized access, the generator will allow the person to pass through the force field in both directions. If they have no splinter.