Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever screwed up name he gives me. Before he got to me, before all of this ha...ppened to me I was known as Ivy. So I guess the best place to begin my story is at the beginning. &hearts,&hearts,3 years ago&hearts,&hearts, Ivys P.O.V. I was a senior in high school, had just turned 18 two weeks prior, and was looking forward to graduation in about a month. As a straight a student I was never in trouble, but I wasnt a goody two. Everyone else is gone for the afternoon, and I'm feeling sort of sad and lonely." She paused a moment and then asked, "Would you mind if I joined you?"Huh? Joined me how? But what the hell! I didn't care how. "Uh--sure, Mom," I managed to say.She took the two steps necessary to reach my bed and paused there uncertainly. "Do you think there's room for both of us?" she said.Oh, God! "Oh--uh--sure, Mom. I'll make room."My bed was right against the wall under the window. I scooted over until I was. Would you like that, baby? Watching mommy's cummy lips lick your belly clean of all your sticky jizz? Oh, that's right, little boy... fuck mommy harder! Ram that big cock into me... fuck me! Make me cum, baby! Oh, yes! Fuck me! FuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKMEEEEEEEE!!" Karen's wail was loud and long as her sloppy cunt gushed all over her son's fat meat, finally reaching orgasm, though Jared was left humping away at her still, his own orgasm sealed behind a metal dam.She rode her boy through two. But before you knew it, he pulled out of her, took a sip from her cup, and continued on his way, walking around the room and chatting with someone else. Deisha went back to her water. It was all so casual. That fact alone turned me on so much. No wonder he was able to write the stories he wrote.Nevertheless one’s eyes must become heavy at one point or another. Elisa had migrated to a sleeping bag on the ground, and when that rooster crowed, or rather, snored loud enough for the rest of us to.