.. and I tell him that I am cumming… omg.I love to get fucked hard. Its his turn to cum. He said he wants to fuck my asshole. And I was a bit afraid... cuz of how huge he was. He said "you have no choice, I want your ass". He just spits on my asshole a couple times and it gets all messy. THen he starts fucking my ass. He didn't even slowly push it in. He just shoved his cock in my asshole. I screamed. Someone heard me and came in and asked "everything ok in here?"... and I say "yea, sorry I am. It was more than I could say of my boyfriend Grant. The more I thought about Sarah the more I realized I was jealous. Plain and simple. I hated her guts, even before my recent evening with Devin. I decided that I would do something about it. On the fifth day I awoke to the sound of my dad shutting the front door. Both he and Carol went to work early. I glanced sleepily over at my clock which flashed 6:30am in big angry red letters. It was the middle of January and the house was very chilly in. Mom smiled down at me. I bit my lip. Why did she have that? I shuddered as she guided her futa-cock towards my pussy. She slid through my bush to find my folds.My hymen.“Mommy,” I moaned as she pushed against my cherry. “Take my virginity. Make me into a woman!”“A futa, you mean?” she asked and winked.I nodded.She pushed against my maidenhead. I gasped as it stretched for a moment. Then my cherry popped. My mom's futa-cock entered my pussy. My clit-dick throbbed and pulsed. It twitched with my. “They probably didn’t see anything and they probably wouldn’t say anything even if they did.”Which is funny, in retrospect, because I remember thinking, as I parked my piece of shit GMC into a space crowded between a BMW and a Mercedes, that we probably stuck out like a sore thumb in this neighborhood. Anxiety is a bitch people; thank god for drugs. Instead of having the panic attack like I normally would, in that moment, I was calm and content, mentally and emotionally stimulated beyond.