. so I did. He was on his knees and rolling in pain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts! I see. You sure you’re only fifteen? Jesus H. Christ, kid. That...hurt worse than getting shot!”And that had the normal result.After a showing of assorted scars and healed holes I asked, “What did you do in the military?”“You know what they say.” He replied.“What?”“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”“You might think that ... I could not possibly say?” I said.“Yup ... like that,” Ken agreed. “Now ... tell me about. “Oh good. Good…”“Good,” Carie mimicked, nodding her head, then slowly shaking it side-to-side. “Because you're not seeing Yana anymore... right, Eric?”While he hesitated, she looked at his neck. His jugular was noticeably pulsating. Eric’s neck always became red when he was hiding a secret. That’s why she loved playing poker with him.“O-okay, so you have been seeing her. Fine,” she surmised. “So, like, casually? Just bumped into each other? For coffee? Or tea? Or... borscht?”Eric chuckled. As the armretracted, Carl could see a strange sort of mold with a long upward slantedprotrusion. Then another surprise, this time to the rear. Something was goingwhere nothing should, and it was pumping something inside of him. Againthere was minimal pain, and he could feel his hips and ass swelling tocorrespond with the pumping. Just as the pumping stopped and Carl tried to look over his shoulder athis own 'new and improved' ass, the giant hands lifted up his arms andsomething clamped around. "I looked - oh I looked. They were rampant, the cold wall had hardened them beyond anything I'd seen before. I flicked them, it was almost like they were on a spring the way the vibrated. Mother quivered too, about the hips; she was horny beyond belief! I decided instantly she had played into my hands. "So, my mother is a slut, a complete and utter slut." I shouted this, and shock showed on her face. "Do you know the punishment for being a slut, without my permission?" Mother shook her head..