“What happened to your face?”Rebecca regarded her sheepishly. “All that noise you complained about... ?” She automatically colored. “I thoug...t I wanted to try gymnastics in school. I changed my mind,” she said, touching her swollen lip. Mom’s eyes swept between her blackened eye, and battered mouth. “My younger self looks even worse than I do,” she admitted.Mom blinked, momentarily tongue tied. “You did that to yourself?”Rebecca nodded toward her bedroom door. “I tried some moves from a YouTube. ******** He found me as he hoped: bent over the dining table with my dress lifted up and my panties around my left ankle.“Good choice,” he told me.Panic gripped me. I gasped as his fingers slipped along my slit.“Good,” he whispered. “You’re ready.”“Ahhh!” and I was full. It was a big cock, forced in immediately. No preamble. He just fucked me. I was still trying to get used to the size when he gripped my hips and I realized that I didn’t feel his balls on my ass. Three more in and out thrusts. " She smiled at that and headed to the kitchen. When she got there, she remembered the apron hanging on the back of the pantry door and put it on. She opened the fridge and took stock of what was there. She saw eggs, some bacon, cheese and a half-empty jar of salsa. She opened the jar and sniffed at it. It smelled OK. She decided to make a sort of spanish omelette. She didn't use the stove making dinner last night, so she had to hunt a little bit for the pans, but she found a non-stick skillet. “But the thing is I have nobody to go with this year.”“Oh,” I said, “That’s a shame, it sounds really nice.” He stopped shuffling the pile of books on his desk and looked down at me, piercing me with those eyes. “Well, I could take you, if you would like?” My stomach lurched, my voice screaming through my head, did I hear that right? Did he really ask me out? NO WAY! Trying to control the tremor in my voice, I squeaked back, “Yeah, that’d be great,” then I spun round and darted for the door.I.