The only thing I remember after that was the moment he entered me. He filled me with electricity, every inch of him tingled inside me. Every movement ...as pure ecstasy. I could only moan. It was a constant orgasm. He kept saying “oh my God”, over and over. It went on for I don’t know how long, but at one point I felt that I left my body. We did it over and over until we were completely spent. He could barely walk. I didn’t know what to call it, but there was some incredible magnetic force. He had such a long, thick penis that felt so good entering me, filling me up completely. He would start so slowly but always finished fast, letting me suck him clean. He always made sure I was completely satisfied in every way, every time.The original owners, when I first started coming to this gas station, were a younger married couple, Matt and Jess. Jess was a short, curly-haired blonde who secretly loved my nipples and clit. She would never be able to tell her husband, but she always wanted. He snorted and shook his head.John said, "I remember when you wouldn't talk with people because the conversations were too superficial. You preferred learning from books than people because you didn't have to deal with people." Okay," William said with a frown."I bet you can't name three teams in the NFL," John said."Sure I can. I've studied the economics of sports," William replied.John laughed at the admission and asked, "Who won the super bowl last year?" I have no idea," William. For quite some time, Mom had been the vehicle to appeal to my masturbatory urges. They were her freshly used panties that I sniffed. They were her bras that I fondled in her undies drawer. It was her naked body that I watched from the darkness of my bedroom, those lovely curves, that shiny wet pussy. It was her vibrator that I sometimes sucked on when I was feeling kinky.Yet through all this, Mom was just a surrogate, a sexy representative of the female of the species. She could just as well.