Going to bed, checking that detective’s card.

Wiping the teardrops off my cheek, and my penis still dripping a small amount of cum, I set myself to picking up my clothing. I still couldn’t believe my awful mommy actually went this far to use and control me. She **** me to striptease to fulfill her disgusting fantasies, and I knew she wanted to take things further. The perverted gleam in her eyes told me as much.

I was resolute now. If I didn’t call Jane, my horrible mom would steal my virginity. A soft sob accompanied my member twitching as I remembered just how close momma had gotten to fucking me. It was her mere whim that I was still a virgin now.

Without bothering to get dressed in my hideous date outfit again, I snuck over to our home phone and dialed the number Detective Garland had slipped into my sweater. After a few seconds of ringing, I realized she probably wouldn’t be available the same night she got punched by an ex-MMA fighter. I hung up, deleted the attempted call from the phone’s history, and tiptoed back upstairs before mom could notice I was still nearby.

My penis dangling as I walked made me feel deeply ****, but without eyes on me, I’d admit it still felt better than wearing any of the outfit my mom picked out for me. Not bothering with a fresh pair of panties, I slipped into my ‘Goodbye Puppy’ pajamas, and laid my head down on my pillow.

As I snuggled into my blankets, I quickly realized… I couldn’t sleep. I was too freaked out, and too afraid that mom might poke her head in the door to watch me like she’s been doing lately. My DS was taunting me from the nightstand.