I told him to go help you... I got loose... got upstairs... saw you there... top torn... I remember it all."Tears sprang in her eyes, and she hugged m... close. We both stood there, crying. It had been a lot for me to comprehend. Afterward, I was tired. My head was aching... and I just wanted to sleep. I was afraid of sleeping though. What if I forgot everything again? I didn't want to go through this last week all over again. Not now.That night, for the first time since the fight, we slept. "Oh hunny, are you wearing that top? It doesn't go with that skirt..." she said after taking a longer look."I'll be fine mom" I said, rolling my eyes a little."Suit yourself honey, but the boys will be repelled from you." She said this using boy as plural, but she was only speaking of one boy in particular.With a sigh, I tiredly sat at the table and stared down at my plate. Also like most mornings, it was an omelet."It's your favorite" mom said ... then added "broccoli cheddar" then she half. "I'd just laugh it off as a young man with a crush, but secretly I wanted to be used. I wanted to be touched and have a man just use me like his slut.It went on for more than half a year. He'd flirt with me, saying vulgar stuff, verging on sexual harassment, but I loved it. I'd laugh it off and then go home and masturbate. I think he knew it because he'd often tell me about it."Come on Ella, you know I'd show you a fun time. I know you play with that juicy pussy while thinking of me. You. Her pussy hugged every inch of me as she slowly picked up the pace. Our kiss ended as she nuzzled into my neck and shoulder. Moaning louder as she began to fuck me harder. I reached down and grabbed a handful of each ass and helped her slam down onto me. After several minutes at a slow and steady pace my mom sat up “ok baby, fuck me.” That was all I needed to hear and started to buck my hips upward and I pulled her down onto me. We started fucking like crazy. My mom was slamming down on to me,.