His knees began to shake, very slightly. His breathing was a little more ragged now, his mouth dry. The sunlight was starting to go in earnest now; mo...e than 5 yards into the forest and the darkness was impenetrable. Brentt almost collapsed when he felt a pair of hard, cold points on the side of his neck. He'd not heard Sarachan come close. The hands that found their way to his waist we soft but insistent, and they pulled his shirt from his trousers, tugging it over his head, nails scraping his. I was feeling guilty on the one hand and pleased as hell on the other. The word 'Paradox' crossed my mind several times as I tried to reason things out. The bottom line was that my cock was much stronger than my morals, so I knew that I would continue to abuse and fuck my own mother for my own selfish pleasure. If she enjoyed it, and I knew that she did, then all the better for both of us.Having rationalized myself into a good mood, I went bouncing downstairs to the 'Torture Chamber'. I turned. "I knelt before him as I've done so many times before with other men - not too many boys - and opened his belt, a necessary first step to getting his cock out and into my ass. Then the top button, followed by a quick zip of the zipper and a tug of his jeans down to the floor, where they held his legs in place like handcuffs. The bulge behind his jockey shorts reminded me that he was glad to see me; I wanted to see him too but first I wanted to feel that weapon that his father had been voicing. She loves you.’ ‘Loves me? She can’t even look at me, half the time,’ I reminded him. He sighed. ‘Have you ever had this out with her? Told her how you feel?’ ‘Oh yes, ‘cos that would be a great conversation to have,’ I said sarcastically. ‘Can you even imagine how that would go? ‘Hi Mum. Let’s talk about how you feel about my mangled-up kidney killing Paul, shall we?’ Yep, that’s a fantastic idea. Pass me the phone, I’ll do it now.’ ‘Sam!’ I bit my trembling lower lip, determined not to lose.