Achmed liked boys too, although having a house full of female whores, who could blame him, Jamaal thought to himself… Jamaal explained his plan to I...jah who couldn’t agree fast enough, his cock had instantly become erect again and he rubbed himself in anticipation. Jamaal knows that Achmed speaks English and that he has a way with words so he can explain it to the boy. He points to the discarded socks and shoes and gestures for Callum to put them back on, which the boy does rapidly, clearly. I have touched you, so I don’t see why you can’t touch me. Do you want to masturbate me? Do you want to learn how to do it properly for a woman?”“Yes, Mom. I do.” I slid my hand lower and cupped my mother’s pussy.Mom started to gently push against my hand as she whispered in my ear, “Did you know some men like to kiss a woman down there.”I took that as a thinly veiled hint of where my mother wanted to take our relationship, “I know, Mom, I have seen them do it in the films. I will kiss you down. Fill my dirty, slutty ass too.” She rolls her hips, suckles my ear. “Consider it a… platinum rewards package. Fuck it. FUCK IT!” I look up into her wild green eyes--grin wolfishly at her terrible pun. While she tongues filthy fantasies into my ear, I can’t help but realize I’m a kid in a candy store with free reign of the place. Best damn believe I’m gonna overdose. * “Is this what you want?” I ask, running a cum slick digit back and forth over her crinkled star. “Neeeeed it,”she begs . I had the idea, indescribable as always of a conflict. I asked to speak toone of the therapists alone. We went into her office and I explained that Ifelt that I was fighting myself. I got all the questions about hearing voices,etched. Here a part of me silenced the conversation. After all, if they saw I was suffering from a serious mental disorder, that would end my chances, right?While I was going to the after school program, life went on as it always does. I acted up a bit more a school. This.