" I tried to clear my throat to fix my voice. "Let me goback to sleep. Go abduct someone else." That didn't fix my voice. Ilaid back down.The gir...l and the other me were whispering something I couldn't make out.It was then I realized this wasn't a dream. I sat back up. Some hairfell into my face. Weird. Might need to get a haircut soon. I brushedit away."What's going on here?" I tried to clear my voice again."You're in my apartment," the other me said."This isn't your apartment," I. ”“What are you going to do to your mommy? Do you want to feel my hairy bush on your face and tongue?”“Fuck yeah I do. Now lay down.”My mom lays down on my bed with her legs bent up on the edge of my bed. She spreads her legs to show me her black curly bush and the faint hint of pink lips hiding behind the jungle of hair. The thickness of hair is consistent from her pussy to her asshole, and in fact I can’t even see her asshole because the hair is so dark and thick.“What do you think baby? Do. ..." he moaned. I went on eating him, my face so deep in his ass as I would back out, only for a breath before going back in for more. Consuming his ass as much as I wanted before finally getting up and taking my cock, I tried again to slide in him. With a little more effort I got the head of my dick in him and continued on. He reached back and held onto me, holding my head next to his as he looked at me. "Oh shit... kiss me... kiss me and fuck me...." he begged as we made out while I continued. As we drove to his house, the struggle between guilt and excitement continued. This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about it, but I had always talked myself out of it before it got this far. As I debated on it, my thoughts kept going back to the advice a dear friend had given me on the subject a couple months earlier: “You can’t take it back once it’s done, so be sure it’s what you really want before you do it,” he said. “But if you’re going to do it, hold nothing back. You won’t feel any.