After all, how many eighteen-year-olds have a live in supply of unlimited super hot pussy?But I wasn't stupid. There was no way I was going to invite ...y buddies home to fuck my mother. To do that would have been to kill my reputation to say nothing of all the weird looks I'd get from everyone when they found, and they would find out. And if I did bring a couple friends home there was no way that one of them wouldn't brag about it. I tried to tell mom that, but of course she knew better."Don't. I told her you were tied up but maybe for dinner or something." She smiled and nodded at my answer while I worked on her other wrist. The phone buzzed again while I was inspecting my handy work and questioning her making sure nothing was feeling uncomfortable.Alisa had texted, "Ohh! Can I see?" "Baby girl?" I spoke softly pulling her chin up to look at me. "Alisa wants to see your current predicament. Can I send a picture to her? It's up to you." I could feel her face heat up at my question and. I stifle backa sob of regret, and try to calm myself. I tried to escape them, but Iam just as powerless to resist the Mara as I was to resist my own urges.To be a big breasted trannie bottom whore was my dream, my karma, andnow I have gotten it. I cradle my boobs in one hand and my wounded scrotum in the other andarise. As I do, I discover more incisions in my arm pits, radiatingagony with every movement of my arms. Bloodstained bandages are tapedthere. When I try to lift my arms to inspect. She looks at me and asks if we can go make out in the girls' locker room. I say yes and once we are in there we are making out. After about 5 minutes of that she pushes me away and says, "Do you want to?" "Only if you do," I say, and before I am finished with my sentence she is on me so fast. We continue to make out as I feel around her back and undo her dress. She notices what I'm doing and just takes the whole thing off. Now she is just in panties and bra. I take my shirt and tie off and we.