All my piercings had healed perfectly, the way my body was recovering quickly and almost effortlessly from the infection in my lungs and the deep cuts...along my sides.I was even regaining weight as my appetite had returned with a vengeance. I felt fat and lazy by the time the doctor paid his final visit and I was anxious to get back to my own room and exercise with my brothers. The days were growing warmer and I missed the sun and my morning baths. But my Master didn't let me go right away, he. .that was wonderful...you really are a man now", she whispered. We carried on like this for the next few months. I fucked her many, many times.Learned to use her body, how to make her reach orgasm, time after time. Learned how to use my mouth on her pussy, how to lick her clit, to bring her to the edge, beforefucking her. It was a bliss time.Then, one weekend I went away with some pals, camping. Left on the Friday, due back Sunday night. However, all the plans for the camping trip went. "Oh, you're upset!" DJ whined."No, no!" I quickly interjected. "I mean, of course I'd love to be with you. But I know how little time you've had to spend with your friends. The parties sound great." Are you sure?" Positive," I said reassuringly, hiding my disappointment. I WAS pretty horny. "I take up too much of your time as it is." No, you don't. I don't see enough of you, honey," DJ insisted."That's okay. I'm okay, really. You deserve this after all the hard work and studying you've been. Thinking back, I noted that for the past few months, she did not look very good. I attributed it to stress and the issues with Michael. I felt even worse. I should have noticed.I recall little else of the phone call from Aunt Shannon. When she stated that mom had died, I must have turned very pale. Dad and my brothers noticed and stopped their dinner conversations. After I hung up with Aunt Shannon, I turned to them and said, "Mom has died. That was Aunt Shannon. She had cancer."Everyone was in.