I got them both a drink and slipped a 'roofie' into Aunt Cathy's drink and watched to make sure that she drank it and not my mother. She slurped the d...ink down in one gulp and demanded another. I gave her what she asked for and retired to my room. Eventually the noise died down, and there was a knock on the door of my room. My mother, barely understandable, slurred: "Cathy's drunk, will you take her home?" I shook my head in feigned disgust and grabbed my keys. I had to half-carry Aunt Cathy to. And this particular 15-year-old that she had locked between her thighs was her own son.She looked down at the boy, licking her lips, watching him use nothing but the tips of his index fingers to steer her sensitive nipples around like little knobs. She needed some resolve not to groan out loud, and not to demand he stop doing something that sent waves of irritant pleasure through her body; irritant because it made her feel anxious and made her feel like just grabbing her son forcefully and do. " What hospital is he at?" He's at the R.H. Hillman Psychiatric Hospital." What is he doing there? I thought you said he was hurt." It's the Violent Heart."Those two words was all the detective had to say. There was a greatdeal of news about the mental manipulation that Violent Heart did. Butthe general public didn't know how bad it could be. The effects wereusually minimized to prevent a panic, although there were rumors."But my son always wore protection. We all did."Mrs. Martin was. She didn't want to hurt him. Then she covered herself up and started cumming again. I let them finish and held his collar so he wouldn't try to turn around. She came more than I ever saw her cum that evening. When he finally pulled out and went to his corner to clean up I got under the blanket and went for sloppy seconds.The next day she told me she loved me and it was the best fuck she ever had. I asked her if she wanted to do it again and she quickly said she would if I didn't think is was.