"Help," a weak cry was all that came out. Did I lose my voice? What was happening to me?The knocking stopped. I laid silently wanting to cry; nothing ...ame out. I fell asleep.Six in the evening. I was so hungry, so thirsty; I had to use the bathroom so bad.Why was this happening to me? I think I woke up to knocking again. I don't remember. I left Corey in the woods when she needed help; was this my punishment. It hurt her to walk home; I made her walk home all alone, knowing that I was mad at. I looked at the crotch of her panties and could see a dried mucous substance that I assumed was the juice from her pussy. As I held her panties up to my nose and sucked in the aroma of her womanhood I slowly slid my hand up and down my cock, again and again until I finally spewed out my cum. That was the beginning of my fantasy about my mother and sex.I sat back in my chair and turned off the computer, closed my eyes and thought about my mother and as I did I started stroking my hard cock. Mom. We didn't know quite what to do with them. Diaries could get read. That would let secrets out, and none of us had diaries. I did have a keepsake drawer, so I tucked mine away there.We got up late on Saturday morning. We'd stayed up way too late recounting what had happened. That was when our mothers gave us the first lesson of this new world we were joining: you never give any indication that anything had happened.Liz and I quickly added to that rule. You always have a plausible explanation. A. “This is so wrong,” Ann said, “l know we’re adults but you’re still our daughter.”“But who’s to know Mum,” Jenny said, “we can have fun together, no-one else needs to know.”“What about Julia?” Ann asked, “it appears that you tell her everything.”“Julia isn’t going to say anything Mum, she likes my pussy too much,” Jenny laughed, “and as for Steve, he’s been wanting to get inside your panties for years.”“So now you’re saying l have to have sex with Julia and Steve as well?”“Why not Mum,” Jenny.