..to get a good meal," but rather, "...to get a good feel," and Mom seemed to understand without my saying it."Honey, no matter what else is going on,...your studies have to take priority. You're a man now and you have to make the smart decision, no matter what other desires are influencing you."That was probably as close to sexting as Mom would ever get. She acknowledged that there was a desire, a major desire, that was foremost in my mind.As we came closer to the end of the semester, there was. Ann looked back at me over her shoulder while she continued to stroke Marty's meat and said "Its OK lover. He doesn't mind me having some fun. Isn't that right, honey?"As I closed and locked the door, Ann went back to her cock sucking."Man, you are one lucky bastard," said Marty."Your wife is one hell of a cock sucker. I know guys that'd pay for this."As I watched my stomach tightened and I felt kind of sick with disappointment. I had hoped that Ann would slow down, but it wasn't going to. I tried again, “I want you to cum in my big slutty ass.”He grunted, “Scream it slut!”I screamed so that everyone in the house could hear me, “I want you to cum in my big slutty ass!”He shoved my face in a pillow and butt fucked me with reckless abandon. I was this stranger’s ass whore. I kept my hands on my ass so I could keep my cheeks spread for him. After a few minutes with restricted air, I felt him tense up and fill my ass with his cum. He withdrew his cock from my ass and I could feel his. He knew all too well. Cole remembered vividly was his mother had done to him on his tenth birthday. He remembered her on top of him forcing him to have sex with her. Cole was numb. There was no pleasure in sex he didn't want. There was no pleasure in someone he loved hurting him. When Cole finally had sex with someone he liked, something changed. He saw sex as a pleasure. He saw sex the way his mother saw it. He craved it. He needed it. And he hurt Ally the same way his mother had hurt him..