After all of that, we go to the TV room and watch a movie. One thing my mother does is she likes to drink wine, and it being her birthday and all, she... drank a lot. She eventually fell asleep in the chair. Since I am the son, I wanted to make sure she got to bed. She is was in a lazy boy type of chair, and fully reclined. So I go to wake up her up, at first I start silently calling “mom”, but as she did not stir on bit. So I go to gently shake her awake, I reach for her shoulder, but slip in. Causing my life to turn upside down and make me hate life as well as myself. I can't even believe in myself anymore. I've lost the desire to create and bring laughter to others. I can't bring myself to want anything, to hope or even love.I don't deserve love anyway, not even love for myself. I did a horrible thing to someone else and deserve to suffer for it. Coincidentally, I've found a perfect way to do that. Sexual humiliation has become something I am rather good at taking and being used. Stopped for a hot second pushed all the way in and then pulled all the way out. I felt empty and wanted that fucker right back in. He sat down on the toilit and told me to sit. I didn't need to be told twice and got on. I bounced looking at him for some time then stood up turned around sat my fat hungry ass right back down. It wasn't what i wanted in the name of fucking but i hovered to the point he had to work alittle. I don't know what men like about watching there cocks go in and out of a. Billy dropped his sagging cock and faced her, smiling. "Hey, runt," he said, "what do you want? This?" He held it up and then let it fall. It quivered and swung.She blinked at him as she saw what had been a long, stiff cylinder droop and hang limply before him."Amanda Jones wants you to come over to her house with me and pop her cherry," she said with a smile. 'How many will that make?" Uh huh, and what do you want?"She sniffed. "I want to watch." How old is she?"The girl shook her head as her.