Love. Money. Sex. And I don't care who knows it.When I met Jackson Hall during my freshman year at Winston College in Boston, Massachusetts, we didn't...look like we'd mesh. Hell, we didn't look like we'd hook up either. I was the heavyset young woman whom Winston College practically drafted onto its women's varsity rugby team. He was the six-foot-tall, good-looking, muscular and totally sexy black stud who played baseball for Winston College and was absolutely worshiped by sexy black girls.. I rammed my tongue into my moms’ cunt and started to lap away at her. She was now moaning away in pure i****tuous lust. It finally struck me. I had my tongue inside the deep, loose, hairy, soaking wet vagina of my own mother and she wasn’t my mother anymore. She was my lover. I loved it. I was licking the salty vaginal secretions of my own mothers aroused pussy. The same pussy that I once had come from. These thoughts were filling my head and I was getting even more aroused. My mom must have. She listens for a few seconds and then looks over at me.“You Josh?” she asks.I nodded that I was.“Yes, he’s here, only he can’t talk, on account of the two bikers that beat him up are checking out the cuts on his head.”The bartender made the useless gesture of nodding into my phone a couple of times before speaking again.“‘Kay, but you might want to hurry. He don’t look so good.”She closed the flip phone and laid it back on top of the wad of cash I’d thrown up on the bar, then fetched me a. "Um, yeah, wrong direction. What happened here, Tom?"Stumbling to the couch, I explained about the hidden portal, Kate the witch, Princess the cat, and how my attempt to fix the portal had ended. Demie sat on the couch looking amused."Wow, you've been busy! Guess you don't know that witches need to stay virginal to retain their full power. You literally killed her with your dick!"I looked at her, shocked and dumbfounded."Aaanyway..." Demie got up and opened the garbage bag up, "I guess you need.