Marching out, I huffed, “How could you say such things to a clearly disturbed boy?”
“He wasn’t the first to ask about and order such things for a mother.” The snidely spoken sentence was chopped in half by the door I shut behind me. Xxx He began demanding greater sins from her, which she performed with mounting anguish, until she was his doll. His bucking speed up. The walk was two hours at a good speed. With difficulty and some pain I sank to my son’s bedding. “Ma, it’s been an hour.” It had not been an hour. He recommended three women with daughters who might suit a pig farmer. “Yes, Son.” I took his stuck shaft in my hand. “Are you sure this is going to get you ready?”
“It will.” I used his shaft to manipulate the head inside of me.




















