She felt something odd against her belly. She looked down and saw a bulge in her flesh, and then it moved. Something was pushing out against her skin ...from inside her. Then there was another bulge doing the same, and a third, all moving back and forth within her belly. She finally understood. They were tentacles inside her womb.But how was that even possible? She would have felt it, painfully, if they had penetrated her cervix. Unless ... the slime had gone through the same way it had reversed. ”Sure Megan, he’s very good looking. Way out of my league. How do you even dance with someone you’ve never met anyway? They could be some serial killer for all I know! I may as well be using Tinder, probably have the same chance of getting kidnapped.What the fuck am I thinking?I paused for a minute after Megan’s story finished. Watching them all down Jägerbombs was making me feel sick.And jealous.I finally got up, grabbed my textbook off my desk and leant down to put it under my bed. My hand. Her body was pristine, nothing but curves, maintaining the look of having never had children. The woman even smelled good, which always turned me on. My lust for her was one of more than simply beauty; she was ladylike, seductive, sensual. Being seventeen years old, I knew I would never have the chance, but I had my fantasies.Bobby and I were only a month away from graduating high school. We were saddened to learn that we had both been accepted to separate colleges. I was going to the hometown. She thanked me for a lovely date and we went into the house. While in the kitchen I finally worked up the courage to tell her what I was thinking in the car."Mom, thank you for what you are trying to do, but I know already how to act like a gentleman on a date. What I need to learn you can't teach me, but thanks mom I love you for you effort." I explained retreating to the living room.I was slumped on the couch watching a sports channel trying to get caught up on the day in sports. My mother.