I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for exam...le, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I can?********I now have a way to remember my words.There is a a "desk" and a "chair" and "paper" and a "pen"I write down my words, so I can remember them.*****Do I have a name?It seems like I must, but I don't remember. She could feel my cum slowly running down her tummy and as the final few spurts dribbled out of the head of my cock and down over my hand, she threw her head back and finger fucked her pussy even harder and faster than before."Oh yes, YES, YES" she screamed out. "I'm cumming son, watch your mother cum!"I could see her pussy juices flowing out of her and coating her fingers as she came repeatedly, screaming "yes" over and over. Finally, her fingers slowed down and she slowly just sank down to. I reached one hand up, and with the back of my hand I rubbed his face. Then he continued. Pumping into me; with my triumphant orgasm now finished my father wished for a blissful release. His cock engorged itself in my sanctum and then with the last fierceness of his strength his semen punctured me. Softly it splattered against my womb. He removed his cock and looked at the picture he painted. His daughter's lips dripped with his life. The aroma of my cunt mixed with the pleasure of his juice, a. , and why wasn’t I a good little straight boy like my brother.I finally responded by saying, “Mother, I love Janne and someday I will marry him. You don’t tell me who to love. I didn’t tell you not to marry Sami (my stepfather) even though I hate his fucking lazy ass! And that shit with not letting Janne in your house will stop or I WILL disown you like the bitch you’ve become lately!,” to which my mother replied, “Disown me if you wish, but that man is never welcome in my home!” So, I disowned.