“Hey dude, welcome back to the land of the living!”Sir Paul seemed actually excited that I was awake again. “Where’s mistress?” I asked in t...he same croaking voice that I could hardly believe belonged to me.“Mom’s not allowed in here and she’s not your mistress any more.” He seemed upset.I began to cry. My mistress wasn’t mine anymore? I needed her! “Please!” I croaked.“Fuck!” Sir Paul said, then a moment later, “Dude. She fucked you up. But I’m going to fix you. Mom went too far this fucking. ‘Where to?’ We didn’t speak, except for my directing her. It was only a five-minute journey, but it felt like a magic carpet ride to wonderland. When we pulled up outside my flat she asked ‘Do you have anything cold to drink in yours? I’m parched.’ ‘Erm… Yes… There’s some spring water in the fridge, I think.’ ‘Ice?’‘Probably.’‘Oh goody. Do you like vodka? I’ve got some in the back. I take it straight, just with ice.’ Moments later, I found myself in the pokey little cupboard they called a. I slow rubbed him under the table while he sat and stared in a daze. I'm sure his mind was conflicted. Pre-cum dripped from the head as it grew bigger in my hand. A few seconds later, Jeremy blew a huge load in my hand. I licked my hand clean and beagn eating."You are just as nasty as I am, you enjoyed a handjob by your cousin. If you tell anyone my secret, I will tell about the nudes you sent to another boy. I showed him the screenshots and watched the color drain from his face."Alright, now. But," she looked around, "where's Christi?" I don't know, Honey," Mommy replied as they neared the front porch, "I hope nothing's wrong." She stopped and turned to her daughter, "You know, we really should rinse off before we go inside."Kathy looked at Mommy. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was covered in streaks of black and gray oil and miscellaneous crud from the filthy trunk. Her breasts were ringed with livid purple bruises and, well, she certainly didn't smell fresh. "I think that's a.