” I already knew where this was going, and I felt the rage rising up inside me. I sternly pushed it down and just listened. “I said no, I wasn’t...ready for that. He kept pushing and pushing and when I wouldn’t…do what he wanted…” She sobbed quietly, then took a deep breath to steady herself. “He got so mad. Started yelling at me, calling me horrible names, saying I didn’t care about him, that I was a tease, that I only wanted to latch onto him because he was going to be a football star…then he. It feels kind of weird, but I pump it a few times anyway.Now I want to cum, so I slide half of the dildo out of my ass and bend it toward my pussy. Once I get it in comfortably I start pumping it hard, in and out of both my pussy and asshole. It feels so good being stuffed in both holes. I can feel my orgasm quickly building toward release, so I pump as fast as I can, harder, faster, harder, faster, until it hits me. I tense up and arch my back so far that I'm almost standing up, and relax as. I went to the well and pulled fresh water from it to rinse off the night sweat. The cold water helped reduce my stiffness and I felt that I could reenter the house without feeling like I was making a fool of myself. I put on the flannel while I walked to the house for breakfast. Just as I was about to put the second sleeve on she opened the door to come out. She was still wearing her nightshirt. I never noticed just how threadbare it was until just then when she stopped and stared at me;. It was mom, no doubt, slowly forcing the doorknob back and forth against the lock. No one else would continue for so long. So agonizingly long."Sarah?"My voice was muffled while I quickly jerked a shirt over my head. "Yes mom." Can I come in?"I felt like saying "no" right then, but her tone of voice had given away the suspicion. She no doubt had come to find out what was going on, although never asking me directly.Instead she kept glancing around the room, looking for clues and distracting me.