I entered house and observed mom staring at me. I came straight to my room. After dinner while I came to sleep in my room , my mother came to me and b...olted door from inside. She charged me directly that whether I am having sex with someone. I trembled but she undressed me fully. She ran hands all over my body and pointed bruises on my cheeks, both boobs, belly and on hips. She ran finger on my slit and asked whether I am already fucked.As my body had spoken truth I said so but lied little. I. In return he told me some of the fantasies which aroused him, the unfulfilled fantasies which he dreamed of so often but never expected to achieve. It was kind of sad in a way, almost all of the things he thought were kinky or perverted were actually pretty basic. Things like threesomes, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, watching girl-on-girl sex, Master-Slave role play, all of which I consider normal healthy fun. Eventually we agreed on a threesome for our first play date. Well, I say, “Agreed”.. Your neighborhood is supposed to be one of the safer ones, but it seems every predator and pervert has you sniffed out as easy prey and harasses and cat calls you everytime you come out from hiding. Your world is a hostile, cruel, stifling, and terrifying place, and it's about to get worse.All this abuse and alienation, badgering and belittling, ridicule and rough treatment have left you shy, shell shocked, and more than a little submissive. You still consider yourself 100% straight, despite. " That's very gracious," she replied, through sniffles, "and your parents are very wise."We spoke on the phone for over two hours. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other -- just let me hear your voice a few minutes more. By the time we finally hung up, I was already making plans to fly out west to visit her.The weeks between that first phone call and my flight were a whirlwind. Almost daily phone calls, and packets of mail, mostly containing photos, flew back and forth between us..