Now, the two of us were in the same boat.We looked at each other with pitying eyes, two slaves connected by acommon bond. Carla did not look pleased, ...but she turned to Regina Raeand said sweetly, "I think we are ready to go to the party honey." Wefiled out of the room and climbed into an awaiting van that was largeenough to carry all of us. The trip to Penelope's mansion was spentsilently. I passed the time by sucking gently on the cock inside ofmy mouth. I had to in order to prevent the saliva. He whispered “yes, that’s it” and was breathing heavier. “Yes! Yes!” he whispered, and I felt a hot liquid stream into my mouth. And, again and again. I had a mouthful of his spunk so withdrew and stood. It wasn’t and unpleasant taste, salty if anything. I stood with lips closed and he said “swallow it”. I closed my eyes and gulped his spunk down my throat. “Now it’s your turn” he said. “I don’t know if I can”, I said. “You mean you haven’t blown before?” he asked. I sheepishly nodded. He had. It was revenge and bitterness and loss. It was the whole experience ofbeing a woman. Here, my manhood could not survive. It crumbled, flakedaway and became moon dust.As my masculinity rusted away, I fell through the Moon's center andcrested its far side.Dust fell from my eyes. I was now able to see the connection betweencause and effect, to view the big picture. I could see galaxies form,worlds condense and cool, life form, the rise and fall of human empires,the endless cycles of change, never. She had shagged pretty much all of my classmates fathers, and that fucking porn tape of her had arose again. People in my class would e-mail it to me, it was going round on peoples phones, everyone knew I had a slut for a mom. Mom and I argued a lot, but never like this, strands of her long blond hair had fallen from her bun and her cheeks had turned pink. Never helping a good moment, I couldn’t get the images of my mother shagging all these men and women out of my mind, it was causing my dick.