A boner for MY OWN MOM. "Shame on you" I said to myself. But I couldn't helped. I was obsessed with her, and because I didn't have any girlfriend for ... long time, I lost myself to that never-ending lust. I was doomed.I started to enjoy fantasying about my mom being fucked by other men. I almost wish that could happen in real life. I would often masturbate dreaming her dating guys, being fucked in cheap motels. Then every time she was out I went to her room, touch my personal favorite mom. Preservatives make you look younger."It would normally work, too, but I had a goal firmly in mind. Another thing was firming, but I could ignore him for now. I lifted the mattress. No Nestle Crunch Bars. Too obvious.Next, I lifted the cap on the brass head rail and felt inside. Ah ha! The tape still held the string in place. Grinning, I began to lift the string from the tube. Instead of Kisses, the string held only little tinfoil bow-ties. Now it was her turn to grin.The nightstand drawer came. "The day is coming when you will be judged," she said, her voice risinghigher with righteous indignation. She held the cigarette and phonealoft, moved by the spirit. Blueberry raised the cake and bowed hishead in prayer. Then I turned and ran.That little encounter made up my mind for me, finally. People are goingto judge, no matter what I look like. The same goes for Rachael andSusan. The only way to avoid that is to become invisible the way I wasbefore Tom and the girls found me. Alone and. The piercing blue eyes stare into mine then, to my relief they crinkle up into a smile. I am instructed by hand movements to get off the bed and stand before him. He walks around me patting and prodding and thankfully grunting with approval. From behind his rough hands grab at my boobs, squeezing hard, too hard and I bite my lip so as not to show pain. His breath is hot in my ear and the smell of tobacco again invades my senses. A lump pressed against my ass indicates that I have been.