. and don`t lie me I have seen you in that house and I know that this the reason why you got the promotion.MOM : ( she started crying ) I have done th...s just to live a better life. I was alone. But I promise you, I`ll not do this again and I`ll leave that job also. I am sorry. Please don`t tell anybody.ME : ( I stopped my mom crying ) mom, listen to me, I can understand, but I want to tell something else.ME : ( after 5 or 6 seconds ) Mom, I love you as a son but more as a lover , mom, mom. Er fängt an, meinen Hals zu ficken, und wieder rebelliert mein Magen. Egal, denke ich, kotzt du eben... Ich muss würgen, er merkt das gar nicht, ich würge erneut, und dann ist es geschehen -- mir kommt's hoch, die warme Rotweinsuppe aus meinem Bauch ergießt sich über seinen Schwanz und seine Eier. Ich reihere ihn komplett voll.Er schlägt mir brutal mitten ins Gesicht und stößt mich weg, während ich noch weiter kotze. Angewidert macht er sich mit meinen langen Haaren sauber, bevor er mich durch. Barely 18 years of age at that time, I lived in a small suburb with my parents. My family was no poor family, in fact, we were wealthy, thanks to the work of my father as an genetical engineer and entrepreneur. Although I always saw me as a "normal" boy, mainly interested in sports and girls, receiving good grades, the work of my father was, in contrast, not so "normal" at all. But at that time, I didn't know. My Mother always fended off questions regarding, what my dad was exactly working on.. As the Bus was going, our bodies were getting jerks and the body contacts were becoming more and more intimate. I found one hand of a young boy touching my boobs. When he didnot find any resistance from my side he became more bold and started holding my boobs in his palms.Initially it was one hand, but in just few minutes, one more hand also started groping my boobs. Both the boys were groping my boobs at their will and some others around us, were looking at me as well as the two boys.I was.