I knew she could feel it brushing against her, and she knew that I knew. Nothing was normally mentioned; however on one occasion, when she was a littl...e the worse for drink, she pushed hard against my penis as we danced and whispered, "Patricia is such a luck girl." Then two years ago our lives changed dramatically. Dad was taking Patricia to visit her mother, who was ill in hospital, when the car that dad was driving was struck by an enormous truck. Both Patricia and dad were killed. Mother. I had a fucking hard-on pressing against my shorts, and she knew it. It was hard to miss now that I looked down in embarrassment, the mushroom head outlined against the front of my shorts. I walked over, pretty buzzed. "Cooler empty?" I managed to blurt out. "I don't know," she said. And she wasn't moving off of it as I kneeled down behind her to check, eye level to her round ass cheeks. I picked up the empty cooler and took it inside for a refill. "How's things look back there?" she said to no. I had had enough of her. I resolved to resign forthwith.?No Madam, after my home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,? I lied. ?Therein I engage his lordship’s favourite whore. I have her dress all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse whip like his lordship did shouting, ‘Take that Margaret you bitch! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside.??Ah ha, I knew you were a sodomite, it is in the eyes!? she said delightedly. . It was the best orgasm of my young life. I was hooked and soon started fucking myself with anything that was cock shaped. From seeing some porn magazines at friend's houses I knew the positions that men fucked girls. I started to act them out, I would get on all fours and move my assback and forth, sliding my make believe cock in and out of my hole. The feelings were incredible and only made me what the real thing even more. The fantasy of getting fucked, and the feeling of "cock" inside me,.