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On the Run Ch. 02

By: Cartman94



Warning! This contains incest, more accurately mother-daughter (trans son) incest. If this does not turn you on, this story is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy.

This is the second chapter in the series "On the Run". It is recommended that you read the first chapter as well. For people who may be reading this a second time, I have added something at the end. It came to my mind a while after I submitted this story, so I have edited it. I think it fits well with the story. 

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I bent over to rearrange some flowers. While doing so, I leaned into them and took a deep breath. I always loved the smell of them, the way the scent found its way deep into my nose. It always brought up this happy feeling inside me. "That would be a total of 25 dollars, madam," I heard behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw my mom at the counter talking to a red haired woman. There was a bouquet of roses on the counter. My mom noticed me with her stunning blue eyes and gave me a cute smile before opening the register and giving the woman back her change. I turned back to the tulips in front of me and took another few seconds to take in their scent before stretching my back. The aroma brought a smile to my face and I looked around me. I saw the red haired woman leaving the store with her roses in her hands, I saw an infinite assortment of flowers all around me, the next one as beautiful as the one before, I saw my mother writing something down, parts of her long, wavy black hair falling down next to her face as she looked down at the piece of paper. I saw the bright, blue sky outside through the big glass windows, the sun shining through them and I smiled. Yes, I had never been this happy before.

It was five years later. Five years had passed since we found this little town. Five years since my mother and I had been together. Five years since that terrible day. A lot had changed in that time. When we first came to this town, my mom found a job selling flowers. Sadly, the old lady who owned the store passed away two years later. In those two years, my mom and the old lady became good friends and because she didn't have any relatives, she left the store to my mother. I immediately quit the part time job I had at that time and my mom and I kept this store open together. It was good money and we both loved that we could spend every day together. I was still very shy. Working here and talking to the customers helped me with that a bit, but it never went away and I guess it never would.

Nobody knew I was a transgender, and nobody knew I had a relationship with my mother. To the people, we were just the cute lesbian couple who sold flowers. There were only two people in the world who knew I was a transgender. My mom and Liz. Liz was my best friend in school. We were always close, even before she knew my secret, and it took me a long time and a lot of courage to finally tell her the truth, but when I did, we got even closer. I told her everything, everything except the daily abuse I went through. Whenever I arrived at school with a black eye or a bruise I'd always come up with something. She probably believed me the first few times, but I knew that she knew there was something else going on, but I just couldn't tell her. She tried to get it out of me a lot of times, but I always came up with an excuse, believable or not. She was the only one I really missed.

The other person who knew was my mother. My mom was everything to me. She was my best friend, she was my lover, she was my hero. She saved me from that monster. I still remember our first night together. In that motel, everything was so slow, so tender. She was my first and my only. I loved her with all my heart and soul. Then she did something I never thought possible. She freed me from my nightmares. She took my fears away and replaced them with pure pleasure, pure love. The first time she made love to me was also fresh in my memory. I was so scared, so nervous, but she was there for me. She was careful, gentle and took her time. She made the experience for me as easy as possible. I remember the feeling of both pain and pleasure as she slowly slid into me with her toy. I remember the pain disappearing and ecstasy taking over and I remember that mind blowing orgasm that came with it.

Now, I wasn't scared anymore. In fact, I loved it, I craved it and so did my mother. We made love to each other pretty much daily. She started taking the pill again. We tried a few times with a condom, but we both felt that it didn't feel right. In those five years, we slowly but surely started using bigger toys on me and gradually, she began fucking me harder and faster. It took a while before I had the courage to let her move faster, but as time went by, I became addicted to the feeling. I loved the feeling of a toy sliding inside me, slow and gentle or hard and fast, it didn't matter and my mom loved fucking me. In fact, most nights it's her fucking me. She pretty much always came just by the sight of me enjoying her toys, her movements and my climaxes, and whenever she didn't, I happily took the time to push her over the edge. I even grew to love her dirty talk. She mindlessly blurted it out one night when she was taking me from behind, something that I was also afraid of at first since I had almost been raped in that position, and I came right on the spot. She never used words like bitch or whore when she talked dirty. Words like that had hurt me so much in the past and she knew that better than anyone. And even though I knew if she'd say it, that she would mean it in a sexy kind of way but I'm glad she didn't.

My mom changed my world.

The last customer of the day just walked out of the store with some lilies in his hands. I walked over to the counter and hopped on a table that was next to it. We put a table there so our customers could put down their things while they waited in line. I sat there, dangling my legs, waiting on my mom who was closing the roller blinds. I smelled a flower standing on the counter and before I could turn my head back all the way, I felt my mom pressing her lips hard against mine and her tongue pushing against my mouth. I quickly parted my lips and welcomed her tongue. She entwined it with mine and pulled me into this wild, hard and magical kiss. I closed my legs around her thighs and I felt her hands on my back, pulling me closer to her. She kissed me with more ferocity and after a while pulled back. 

Her eyes were full of lust. "When you bent over this morning your skirt hiked up and I could see the top of your thigh highs. It took all my willpower not to forget about the woman I was talking to and come over to you and take you hard and fast." She kissed me fast and powerful again then pulled back immediately. "Good God, I wanna fuck you 'till you scream."

I was wearing black thigh highs. It was a huge turn on for both her and me. Whenever we saw the other one wearing thigh highs, stockings or anything similar, we would go crazy. It was some sort of fetish for us. For me, black ones were the best, but for her it didn't matter. Any pair would do. I gently pushed her back a bit. I kicked of my shoes and slid off my skirt. I spread my thigh high covered legs and gave her a full view of my black panties. The bulge in my panties was throbbing, aching to be released. Her eyes were glued to my cock and I grinned. "Well then. Come and get it."

In a flash her lips were pressed hard against mine again. She pushed me on my back and I wrapped my legs around her. Soon her hand made its way under my blouse and grabbed my breast through my bra while she dug her other fingers in my thigh. I broke the kiss and quickly pulled my top off. I threw it somewhere on the ground and pulled my mom back on top of me. Our tongues met with force as the lust took over both our minds and bodies. As we kissed, I managed to free one of my arms out of the straps of my bra. She pulled the right cup of my bra down, exposing my breast. The sudden cold air made it even harder than it already was. She left my lips and kissed all the way down until she bit my nipple. I moaned loudly and soon her mouth closed around my tit and I felt her sucking my nipple hard. She flicked it with her tongue and licked the areola. She knew how to press my buttons and she used it effectively. My panties were already drenched in precum.

Suddenly, I felt one of her hands inside my panties, grasping my throbbing member. She began stroking it while she continued attacking my breast. I moaned and writhed around on the table. She let go of my breast with a little pop which gave me the opportunity to undress her. I almost ripped of her blouse and threw it away, followed swiftly by her bra. Her breasts hung down and her nipples glided over mine as she leaned forward, still stroking me. I groped her breasts, my fingers sinking in her soft flesh. I loved playing with her breasts. I kneaded them, massaged them and rubbed my thumbs over her erect nipples making her moan as I felt her hot breath on my lips. She kissed me again and while stroking me with one hand, she managed to unbutton her pants and kick them off.

I felt her hand releasing my cock only to feel my panties being pulled off of me. Our lips lost touch and she grinned before getting off of me. She opened the cabinet under the register giving me time to remove my bra and let it fall to the ground. When I looked back at her, she was already naked, her panties laying on the floor by her feet. As my eyes rose, I saw her beautiful pussy. It was already glistening with her juices. Just above that was a dense and curly patch of black pubic hair. It looked so perfect on her and I loved brushing my fingers through it. It was waxed just right so it wouldn't be annoying when I licked her. Then my eyes fell on her hands. She had a bottle of lube in one hand and a 6 inch, blue strap-on in the other one. 6 inches was the perfect length for me. It filled me up just perfectly. We tried a lot of different sizes and shapes, the biggest one we ever used was a 10 inch one. It took a long time for me to get used to that one and while it was fun every once and a while, 5 to 7 inches were perfect for me. She still had the same grin on her face and I could see the fire burning in her eyes. She wanted this as much as I did.

I spread my legs and gave her the same grin. "I'm waiting."

She placed the strap-on next to me and lubed up 2 of her fingers. I laid on my back again and soon felt her lips on the head of my cock. She gave it a little kiss before I felt her lips part and her mouth was sliding down my shaft. As she was doing that, her fingers pushed their way inside me. I felt my insides spread a little while her nose was pressed against my pubic area. It always amazed me how she could deep throat me. There were times when she was wearing a strap-on that I would suck on it, that I'd pretend I was sucking her cock but I could never take in more than half. My mother on the other hand, who was now effortlessly gliding her lips from the base of my cock to the top and back while spreading my insides with her fingers, had no problem with that. I could only lay back and enjoy her touch. The only thing escaping my lips were fast, short puffs of air. She found my prostate and rubbed it gently. My legs flailed without control and I grabbed my breasts so I had something to squeeze as my body burned up.

After a while I felt her fingers leave me only to hear a muffled moan coming from my dick not a few seconds later. I managed to prop myself up on my shoulders and I saw her arm moving in front of her. She was fingering herself and I knew exactly which fingers she was using. Knowing that she was fingering herself with the fingers she just used on me made my dick twitch. The precum was still oozing out. Her mouth suddenly left my cock, which was now covered in her saliva, and she sat down on the ground against the wall in front of me, taking the srap-on with her while she was still masturbating. I sat up and had a clear view of my mother's pussy. Her eyes were closed but her legs were wide open and she was just sliding her fingers out of her sex. She let out an almost inaudible sigh before taking the strap-on in her hand. I could see her juices dripping on the floor. My mom always got very wet.

She removed the dildo from the harness and aimed the toy at her pussy. Our eyes locked for an instant before she pushed it all the way in. Her head hung back and her mouth was wide open as the toy parted her pussy lips and penetrated deep inside her. She kept it there until she could open her eyes. I caught her gaze again and as she moved her other hand towards her clit, she bit her lower lip in and extremely sensual and erotic way. She started rubbing her clit softly as she began fucking herself slowly. Her eyes were closed again and soft moans mixed with short breaths were escaping her lips. I started stroking my own cock and massaging one breast as I enjoyed the live sex show in front of me. She kept the slow pace for a while before her mind went numb and her body took over. I heard the sopping sounds of the dildo pushing into her pussy grow louder and faster and I had to keep myself from stroking myself faster as well. I didn't want to come yet. Her other hand which had been switching continuously from her clit to her breasts had found its way back to her clit and she was rubbing it ferociously. 

My eyes were locked on her and I couldn't wait for her to fuck me as hard as she was fucking herself. I let go of my cock to stop myself from reaching my climax and squeezed my tits as she continued masturbating. "Oh yes," she suddenly whispered. "Oh yes, Diana. Oh God, Diana, make me come. I'm so close." She was fantasizing about me fucking her and she went even faster. Her toes began to curl and her legs bent a little. She was on the brink of her orgasm. "Diana. Yes Dianaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her entire body shook. Her toes curled even further, her knees bent and she curled up. She yelled as her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers twitched around the dildo and suddenly a gush of liquid shot out of her pussy and landed on the floor in front of her. She fell back against the wall with a big sigh. I had seen her squirting a couple of times, but it only happened when she was really, really horny. But I knew one thing. It tasted delicious.

Not that much later she had already slid the dildo out of her pussy and attached it to the harness again and was putting it on. That was another wonderful thing about my mother. She could have multiple orgasms in a row. She was always ready to go again. She let out a little moan when she put on the harness. It had a little appendage so it would rub her clit while she was pleasuring me. She walked over to me, the strap-on drenched in her pussy juice and pushed her tongue down my throat. She pushed me back on my back and left my lips. She took her cock and aimed it at my lubed up entrance. Knowing it was soaked with her juices made me want it even more and I wrapped my legs around her and wiggled my butt to hint her. She grinned and pushed the head of her cock in. I felt myself parting but she pulled back out. I looked up at her and she looked so mischievous. "Does my little girl want her mommy's big fat cock in her tight little ass?"

My cock twitched. Even after 5 years, the fact that we were mother and daughter still felt like what we did was a little taboo and we loved playing around with that. I wanted her now. I needed her now. "Oh God yes, mom. I want you hard. Slam it into me. Fuck me like you mean iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." I barely finished my sentence and she buried the entire toy inside me with one swift but rough motion. I felt my insides part and the toy rubbing against my prostate as it filled me up so good. I had little time to get used to the feeling as she slid back slowly until only the head was in and then slammed herself back into me. Her thighs slapped against mine. I felt my breasts jiggle and my cock bounced a bit. We both gasped as the strap-on pleasured us simultaneously. She glided her hands over the fabric of my thigh highs as she slowly left me again and then dug her fingernails in my flesh when she thrusted again. She continued this teasing for a few minutes until I managed to whisper in between my moans, "Please mommy. Fuck me faster."

Without missing a beat, she pulled back and pushed back in, but didn't stop. I felt my insides filling up and emptying at a constant pace while my breasts and cock bounced around. I felt her hands all over my body, sliding along my sides and groping my tits as she had her way with me. My body was limp and I could only surrender to her power. Suddenly I felt her hand grasping my dick and she began stroking it just as fast as she was fucking me. I opened my mouth to moan but immediately felt her lips pressed against mine. Our tongues entwined and danced around in the crevice, seeking each other's warmth. She placed both her hands on my cheeks and took our kiss deeper. This intense, sensual and tender kiss felt wonderful and so different than the pounding my ass was getting. The sex could be as raw as possible, there was no way I would never feel her love one way or another. I wrapped my arms around her neck and let myself go.

I got lost in her soft lips and her fat, pounding cock. She stretched her back and took my cock in her hands again, stroking it slower now before she stopped moving all together. She slid out of me, gave my dick a kiss and laid down on the floor. I looked at what lay before me. The most beautiful woman in the world, waiting for me to straddle her and fuck myself on her strap-on. No one would be able to resist. I did what we both wanted and straddled her. I aimed the cock at my ass and let myself slowly sink on the dildo. I felt so wonderfully full again. I felt her hands stroking my thighs and then I began to move. Slow and tender at first, but hard and fast not much later. My breasts bounced up and down, my cock slapped against her belly every time I went down. We moaned together as the toy pleasured us both. Our hands were all over each other, grasping each other's tits, groping my cock.

I didn't know how long I rode her, but I finally felt this warm feeling building up. My dick started to swell as I felt the cum building up. Suddenly, my mom dug her fingernails in my thighs and she screamed out my name. A new orgasm took over her body, only adding to my excitement and I knew I was going to come in a matter of seconds. "Mom, I'm close."

"Yes, baby..." she was able to groan through her moans. I was only prolonging her orgasm by riding her toy as it pushed against her clit over and over again. "...coat me with your cum. Shoot your hot load all over me."

"Here it cooooomes!" I fell down on the dildo and cum exploded out of my dick as a mind shattering orgasm took me out of this world. I shot string after string of cum. It landed on her face, on her neck, in between her tits and the last of it dripped out and made a little pool on her stomach and in her belly button. I fell forward pressing my cum in between our bodies, my mind still black, my body shaking and limp. When I finally regained some of my sense, I kissed my mom. I felt the cum pressing against my head when I kissed her. I had to moan a little when she kissed me. Her strap-on was still inside me. I always loved that feeling of her inside me after my orgasm.

When I pulled back she started laughing. "You have something on your face," she smiled and scooped up some cum with her finger. She winked and put her finger in her mouth. "Something delicious."

"You have something on your face as well, mom." I replied and licked the rest of my cum from her face.

She slid out of me, making me moan one last time. "You're a dirty little girl, Diana."

I grinned and gave her another quick kiss. "I learned from the best."


On the Run Ch. 02



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A few days passed and I was helping my mom with the dishes after enjoying her delicious lasagna when the doorbell rang. "Hm, I wonder who that would be," I said to her while putting my towel down, "expecting anyone?"

"No," she replied and when I was just out of the kitchen she shouted, "maybe it's the guy bringing us our new toy."

I grinned at the thought. "I hope so," I called back. We had ordered a vibrating prostate massager a few days back and we still didn't get it. I was looking forward to using it and maybe tonight we finally could. But when I opened the door, I saw someone I never expected to see again. I once again stared into those piercing green eyes I stared into a thousand times before. Her fiery red hair was still so long that it just reached her butt. And her smile was just as warm and sweet as I remembered it. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped in disbelief. "Liz?" I finally managed to whisper. It couldn't be her. There was no way.

"Hey Diana," was all she said.

Those two words made me realize that what I was seeing was real. She was there, standing in front of me. My best friend. In all these five years I never thought I'd see her again, but there she was. Without missing a beat I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. I felt her arms around me, holding me close as well. It felt surreal to hold her, yet I knew I wasn't dreaming. Suddenly, all these feelings and questions rushed into my head and a single tear dropped from my eyes. Not only because I was happy to see her again, but because I was also afraid. I didn't know how she did it, but if she managed to find us, maybe soon the police would too. 

"God, I missed you," I said while pulling back after a few seconds.

"I missed you too, Diana."

At that point I heard my mom coming from inside the house. "Who is it honey?" she asked, but then reacted exactly like I did when she saw who was standing in front of me. "Elizabeth, is that you," she asked in utter disbelief.

"Hello ms. Knight. Sorry to just drop by."

It took a split second for her as well to realize Liz was really here. "That's fine, honey. Please, come in. I'll get you something to drink."

My mom went after some drinks while we took a seat on the couch. There was so much I wanted to say to her, but for some reason there was this awkward silence. It felt strange to suddenly have her back in our lives. I wanted to ask her how she found us and I was sure she wanted to know what happened 5 years ago, yet I didn't dare speak. My mom came back with the drinks, sat down next to me and asked the one question I was too afraid to ask. "So how did you find us, Elizabeth?"

She took a sip of water and after a deep breath said, "To be honest, I have no idea. Five years ago, a few days after I sent Diana my last text, the police were at our door. Neither my parents, my sister nor I knew why they were suddenly there until they told us they found him and you two were nowhere to be found."

I noticed she didn't call him by his name or 'my father' and I appreciated it. I never told her what he did, but she always had a feeling we didn't get along. Eventually I told her that I hated him and that I never saw him as my father without giving her the reason why.

"The police could only guess what happened, they didn't know exactly. They asked your neighbors if they knew anything and after they learned nothing there, they came to me after the school told them we were friends."

"What did they want to know?" my mother asked. It was barely noticeable, but I heard a little fear in her voice. The same fear I was experiencing. The fear of getting caught.

"If I knew what happened, if I knew the situation at home, if I knew where you were or where you were going. Stuff like that."

"And what did you tell them?"

"That I didn't know anything. I didn't know what happened, I didn't know the situation at home and that I didn't know where you were. I showed them my last text to prove it. They came back a few times after that, but gradually they stopped coming until they didn't show up again. My guess was they never found you. The first thing I wanted to do after I finished high school was come looking for you, but my parents didn't allow it. So I finished college and spent the last two years looking things up and driving around searching for you guys."

"Then how did you find us? It's a big country." my mom said.

"Purely by accident. I never searched too far out of town, let alone the other side of the country, but when I was looking around on the internet I stumbled on the name 'Anne & Diana's Flower Shop'. It was a long shot. I looked around, found out where it was, what it was and found some photos until I found one in particular. One of your customers must have taken a picture of your shop and on that picture was Diana. I had to look a few times before I really believed it, but it was her. I'll always recognize her. So, I packed some things, jumped in my car and took off. And now I'm sitting here."

"That's quite a story," my mom said. "I'm sorry about the problems with the police, Elziabeth."

"It's no big deal, I only told them what I knew, which actually brings me to something I wanted to ask. What exactly happened?"

My mom and I looked at each other and just as if she could read my mind she smiled and kissed me on the top of my head. "I'll go finish the dishes, honey," she said and went back to the kitchen. I didn't think I'd have a problem with my mother being there, but it was probably better to tell the truth myself, face to face. Even though I was terrified to tell it.

I took a deep breath and with shaky hands I walked over to her and sat down next to her. "I'm positive you knew there was something going on at home so I'm just going to say it. He abused me, he abused us..." And that's how I began my story. I told her everything. There was no point in hiding it anymore. I told her about the daily beatings, the horrible name calling, how he hit me in front of my mother and vice versa. I told her about his drinking problem, how he turned every day into a living hell and the amount of times the thought of suicide actually entered my mind. 

Her face was filled with sadness and compassion. She placed one hand on mine. " You poor thing. I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I didn't know it was that bad."

I continued by telling her how my mother and her were the only two people I trusted, the only two people I could tell almost anything to and the only two people who could always make me feel happy. I could see a little smile form in the corner of her mouth and I hoped she realized how much she really meant to me. But then I arrived at that moment five years ago.

"Then, that day he went too far. He was way too drunk. I was just sitting on the couch reading a book when he stormed in and started beating me. My mom tried to pull him off of me several times, but he kept pushing her down on the ground. He kept hitting me until something snapped and he started ripping parts of my clothes off. The next thing I knew, I was turned around and his pants were down on the ground. He pressed himself against me and yelled, and I remember the words very clearly, "You wanna be a bitch? Well then get fucked like a bitch, you whore." I had never been so scared in my whole life. He was going to rape me. He was going to take that final step."

I was squeezing her hands. It had been so long since I thought of all of this. I pushed it away for so long and now it all came back to me. We both sat there, crying.

"But my mother saved me. Through all the screams and tears I heard this noise behind me and he just let me go. When I turned around I saw her standing there with that rock statue we had on our table, covered in blood. He was lying dead still on the floor. Everything was a blur from that moment on. One moment I was staring at him, the next I was sitting in the car with a bag of clothes. Then I passed out and woke up in a motel. And now we're here, far away. Happy."

She hugged me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she kept whispering. Somehow, it felt like a huge weight had been dropped from my shoulders. It felt good to finally let it all out. Especially to Liz. I had to lie and I had to hide it from her, but now she knew and somehow it made me happier. It brought us closer. We held each other for a long time. "You poor thing. I can't imagine what you went through. You must have had terrible nightmares."

"Too much for me to count, but my mom just made them go away. She protected me, gave up everything for me. Every single nightmare disappeared because of her. Even the one with him ready to rape me. I woke up screaming and crying from that particular memory, until my mother set me free."

"She did? How?" she asked.

I knew I'd eventually had to tell her my mom and I were lovers. I knew that from the moment I saw her at our front door. "What I'm about to tell you may shock you. You might find it disgusting, you might be opposed to it, but I'll tell you now, I won't care and neither will my mom."

It was not like me to be this forward, but it was true. Even though she was my best friend, my mother and I were in love and not even Liz could say anything to make me leave her or to make me question if it was right or wrong. My mother was everything to me and I was everything to her.

"My mother and I are a couple. We're lovers," I began and I immediately saw her expression change. She was surprised and I couldn't blame her. "We kiss, we have sex. We live like every other couple. We love each other and we are not afraid to be intimate."

I paused for a second to let it sink in and then explained how it happened. "Five years ago, after we ran away, we didn't have anyone else. It was just her and me, on the run. We were always close, closer than most parents and children are and because we were alone, we grew even closer. I was there for her and she was there for me, to comfort me, to protect me. Then, somehow it happened. We made love. At first it was only me on top, but when we arrived here, she made love to me. I still had that same nightmare about him ready to rape me and I had to face it. I was scared, afraid to get hurt but my mom was slow, tender and she made me feel like I never felt before. I never thought I could experience such wonderful sexual feelings."

I paused again and then added, "Like I said, you can think whatever you want, feel however you feel about it, but it won't change a thing. We love each other. Now and forever."

She was silent for a while and I let her think it through until I saw a smile form on her face. "This is surprising," she said, "but I'm not one to judge. Your happiness is what matters, and if you being together with your mom is what makes you happy, then you should be together with her."

"Thank you," I said and then turned my head towards the kitchen. "It's okay mom, you can come." I knew she finished the dishes a while ago and I knew she was listening. As she walked over to us, I stood up and kissed her, showing Liz that what I said was true.

We looked over to her and saw not a single sign of disgust on her face. Instead, she was sitting there with a big grin. "I can already tell from that single kiss that Diana is way happier than she ever was. You two make a perfect couple."

"Thank you, Elizabeth," my mom said "it means a lot us."

"Diana is my best friend, ms. Knight. I know she would be supportive of me too." Then she stood up. "Again, I'm sorry to have just dropped by, but I think it's time for me to go."

"Really, so soon?" I asked disappointed. I had so much to ask her. I hadn't seen her in so long, there was a lot to catch up on. 

She chuckled. "Sorry Diana, I still have to find somewhere to park my car so I can sleep for the night. Plus it wouldn't be polite."

"Wait," my mom interrupted her. "Are you saying you slept in your car this entire time?"

"Yes."

"That's crazy. We have a spare bedroom, a night in a decent bed will do you good. And don't worry about it, you can stay here as long as you want. I'm sure Diana wouldn't want you to go this soon. You two probably have a lot to talk about."

"Thank you so much, ms. Knight. You're a life saver."

A while later I showed her to her room. "I'm happy you decided to stay, Liz. Tomorrow I'll show you our store and after work we'll catch up. Okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, Diana. Good night and thank you again."

A few minutes later I joined my mom in our bed and snuggled up close to her. "Are you mad that I told her about us?"

"No, honey. Of course not. It was only a matter of time before she found out. I was just a little surprised about the way she reacted, but I'm happy for you she's here."

"Me too, but it also scares me a bit."

"Why is that," she asked.

"Well, if she could find us, maybe the police can too."

She held me a bit tighter. "Maybe. But even if they do, they won't take you away from me. I won't let them."

I leaned in and kissed her. "I love you, mom."

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"... and last but not least, the lilies." Liz bent over and took in a deep breath.

"They smell lovely."

"So, that's our store." It took almost an hour to show her around. Our store wasn't very big, but we had many flowers and it took a while before we got through all of them. "When we're closed we can go and I can show you our town." I said to her.

My mom heard me and said, "Don't worry about that honey. You girls go ahead and have some fun. I'll keep the store open today."

A "thank you" and a kiss later, Liz and I were off to town. The town we lived in wasn't very big by any means either, but there were plenty of shops and cafés or other things around to do. So, we went shopping where I found something sexy to wear someday for my mom and then stopped at a cozy café for a cold beverage and caught up with each other's lives. Only then I realized how much I had really missed her.

I could tell everything to my mother, and I did, yet hanging out with Liz was different. We were the same age, but more importantly, we were best friends. 

After our drinks, we ventured back home and hung out there. "So, you know my sex life," I told her, "what about you? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"I had two of them in college until I realized I was into girls."

That took me a bit by surprise. I never thought she'd be a lesbian. "You're into girls?"

She nodded her head. "Well, girls like you, you know. Girls with that little extra touch," she grinned.

That was even more of a shock. I never thought of her as a lesbian, let alone like transgendered people like me. But the question 'Did she like me?' immediately popped into my mind. I never told her, but I had a crush on her in high school. She was the first girl I ever saw topless.

She stayed over at our house one night and slept in a separate room. I was so sleepy when I woke up the next morning I forgot she was in our house. So when I opened the door to the bathroom, she was standing there, topless. It was the first time I saw someone else's breasts. I was mesmerized by them and I'm pretty sure I stood there for at least a minute, mouth open, gaping at her until she smiled and said, "Good morning."

I remembered how hot and red my face got and how I stuttered a few things before I mumbled I was sorry and ran out of the bathroom. Luckily she wasn't mad.

But I couldn't get that picture of her topless out of my head. She had cute, pink little nipples and I wondered what the rest of her body looked like. That evening I was so horny that I masturbated thinking of her. I was so ashamed of what I had done that on the next day of school, whenever she talked to me or even looked at me, I blushed like crazy.

I masturbated to her a few times after as well, resulting in the same reactions the very next day. I knew it wasn't really right to think about her like that, but I couldn't help it.

And now, she was sitting here next to me, telling me she liked girls like me and the question of whether or not she liked me was still floating in my mind. 

"How did you find out?" I asked.

"I ended my relationship with my second boyfriend for the same reason I ended it with my first one. Something was missing. Don't get me wrong, it was fun and they were sweet and caring guys, but something just wasn't right. So I held off relationships for a while until I got a new roommate in my second year. Her name was Megan and from the first day she got straight to the point and said she was a transgender and she wouldn't care if I had a problem with it or not. I assured her there was no problem and that my best friend was a transgender as well. From that point on we became good friends. And well you know, one thing led to another and we experimented," she said using air quotes. "But what we did was far more enjoyable and fun for me than whatever I did with those guys. I guess deep down I've always known," she continued and then answering the question floating in my head, "I never told you this, but I kind of had a crush on you and I have always wondered what it would be like to be with you. But I never took a chance on that and now I wish I had."

Even though I heard her say it, it didn't register. "You really had a crush on me," I asked still baffled.

She got a bit red when she nodded, which was not like her. Unlike me she was way more social and definitely not as shy. In school I was someone who was very quiet. Liz on the other hand was one of the most popular girls in school and at the time I always wondered why she didn't have a boyfriend. She was open, talkative and helpful. She was captain of the soccer team and was there for everyone, especially me.

Back home I had my mother who was there for me, and even though she helped me with school too, I didn't think I'd have survived school if it wasn't for Liz. Most kids didn't like going to school, but for me it was one of the best parts of the day. It helped me get away from him and Liz and I always had fun.

"I wanted to tell you," she continued, "but I never did because I was scared how you would have reacted."

It finally registered and it made me chuckle.

"What?" she asked.

"I have had a crush on you too for the longest time."

There they were. The words I had always wanted to say, but were too hard to leave my lips now escaped my mouth with ease. Maybe it was because she told me first or it could have been because I hadn't seen her for five years. All I know was, I was glad I said them.

"No way, really?" she asked as surprised as I did just a few minutes ago.

"Do you remember that time I walked in on you in our bathroom?"

She smiled and nodded.

"I have probably always wondered about it, but ever since I saw you that day, I... fantasized about you."

She inched closer, her leg now resting against mine. "You mean like sexual things, late at night," she grinned.

I could feel my face getting warmer and that was all the evidence she needed. Her grin got bigger. "You're a bad girl."

"Oh yeah," I countered, "like you never fantasized about me."

"Maybe," she said and tried to act cool and nonchalant, but I knew it before I even said it.

"I knew it," I yelled and started tickling her.

Ever since we were young we tickled each other. It was our way to tease one another or to get the other one to tell something, and now I just did it on impulse.

"Why you little," she laughed and started tickling me as well. Before long we were engaged in a long overdue tickle fight.

We turned and writhed around for a few good minutes, our laughs roaring through the living room. Realizing no one would yield, the tickling gradually slowed down until it came to a complete stop, her laying on top of me. 

The laughter however continued for a couple of seconds until our eyes locked. Our head were mere inches apart and I could feel her hot breath on my lips. I had to swallow. She was so close. The perfect moment to...




On the Run Ch. 02



Our head moved simultaneously, closing the gap between our lips. We melted into each other. I had waited for this moment, wanted this for a long time and it was finally happening. And it was so perfect.

I grabbed her sides and held her tighter. I felt her lips part and soon her tongue was softly pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth without hesitation and could immediately feel her tongue sliding between my lips, searching for mine.

I had imagined this moment so many times. I had thought about it, wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to make love to her. But I never expected it to be this wonderful. Her lips were so incredibly soft. Her tongue entwined with mine so deliciously. And her hands gliding up my arms and touching my cheeks sent shivers down my spine.

Blood pumped down my body and my cock was swelling. But this cleared my mind and it made me realize what was happening. I made a muffled sound and broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled while gently pushing her off of me, "I can't do this. I love my mom too much."

She had a sad look on her face but quickly apologized. "No, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was wrong. Please don't be mad at me."

I laughed. "Oh Liz, I'm not mad at you. I kissed you back. I wanted this just as much as you did. But I can't. I just can't. My mom is my world. She means everything to me and I don't want to hurt her."

"I understand," she smiled, now looking a bit embarrassed after what happened.

I gave a smile back, but there was this uncomfortable silence afterwards. So I turned on the TV and asked if she wanted something to drink in an attempt to put it behind us. And just as I came back from the kitchen with our drinks, my mother arrived. I realized immediately how lucky I was. If she would have come home a little earlier or Liz and I were still fooling around, she would have seen us.

"Hey, sweetie," she said smiling her always beautiful smile and kissed me. Her kiss made me think about what just happened and now that she was here I felt terrible. I felt like I betrayed her and when she pulled back she noticed. "Is something wrong Diana?"

I glanced over at Liz for a split second and then mumbled, "No, everything is fine. I'm just gonna take a shower," and quickly made my way upstairs.

I took a shower to try and clear my mind but it didn't work. I felt like the most horrible person in the world. My mother and I had been through so much together, we had history and I cheated on her. She trusted me and I threw her trust out the window in a matter of seconds. I started arguing with myself about what consequences it could have and what I had to do, and at the end there was only one option. I had to tell her. She was going to find out one way or another, even if I didn't tell her, so the least thing I could do was be honest. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she wouldn't be mad. I had never seen her angry with me, but then again, I never did anything like this. So maybe if she saw how sorry I was, she'd forgive me.

I told myself I'd tell her immediately to get it over with, but with every step I took, I felt my courage dropping and by the time I arrived back downstairs, my confidence was completely gone. When I finally found the will to open the door, the only person in the living room was Liz, who gave me a small smile. I let out a sigh of relief. Liz being the only one there had two different effects on me. On one hand it reminded me again what I had done, but on the other I was relieved that my mother wasn't there. It gave me time to find new strength. Strength I'd desperately need.

"Your mother is making dinner, it should be ready in a couple of minutes," Liz said, looking up from her crossword puzzle. I gave her a small nod and sat down on the other couch minding my own business. 

A few minutes later my mom came from the kitchen. "Hey honey. Feeling a bit better?" I guess Liz told her I wasn't feeling too good as an excuse for my shower. I silently nodded. I would've told her there, but Liz was in the room and I didn't want my mom to get mad at her. "Well, dinner is ready if you're hungry."

"Sounds good, mom."

I sat through dinner and pretty much the rest of the evening without talking much and went to bed early. I had no intention of sleeping before I told her, but I figured our bedroom was the only place to tell it without Liz being around. About an hour later I heard Liz going to her room and shortly after my mom joined me in our bed. I had my back turned to her and I jumped a little when I felt her hand on my stomach and her lips kissing the side of my head. "Hey, you're still up?" she asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." She nestled against me, breathing warm air against my neck and I knew I had to tell her. "Mom," I began without turning to face her, "I have to tell you something."

"Sure honey, what is it?" I heard her voice in my ear.

Finally I turned to her and looked her in the eyes. "You first have to promise me you won't be mad. Okay?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Please just promise," I pleaded.

She took my hand in hers and gave me a warm smile. "I promise, now what is it?"

"I..." I began and quickly looked down at our hands. I mumbled a bit, playing with her hands as I did, before the words finally came out. "Liz and I kissed," I blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan it, it just happened. Don't be mad, please."

I didn't look up to see her reaction and I was about to go on apologizing, but she hugged me tight. "I know you did, honey. I know you did."

It took a second for the words to register and when they finally did, I looked up at her, puzzled. "How?"

"Liz told me when you were in the shower. It's okay."

I was even more bewildered now, not because Liz told her, but because of her reaction. "So you're not mad?" 

She laughed. "No I'm not mad, Diana. She explained everything."

"I still don't understand mom."

"At first I was a little bit surprised, sure, but I was never mad. Look, I'm the only lover you ever had, so it's normal for you to fantasize about other people and wonder what it would be like. And from what I've heard, you two have been thinking about each other for a long time so it was bound to happen. I just figured it would've happened sooner."

"Wait," I said, still puzzled, "you're really not mad?"

She kissed me. "Of course not. It's normal for friends to think about each other like that. What? You think your mother never experimented with her best friend?"

"No way, really?" I asked. The fear I had was now completely gone.

She nodded. "The second best lover I ever had, after you of course.

I grinned, rolled on top of her and gave her a kiss. "For what it's worth though. I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "Don't be. You wanted to kiss her, don't you. And for it to go further." I felt my face warming up and that was evidence enough for her. She took hold of me and before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. "Then go," she said and motioned to the door. Again, I didn't understand what she meant. "Go and make love to her. Do what you have wanted to do for years."

My eyes went wide with disbelief and a big grin formed on my face. "Really? You're not kidding."

"No I'm not," she said having to control her laughter from seeing my face. "In fact, as your mother, I demand you to go have sex with her," she said and slapped me on the butt, making me let out a little yelp.

I wrapped my arms around her in a big hug and kissed her. "You're the best." I turned and took a few steps before realizing something and turned back around. "But what about you?"

She laughed again. "You don't have to worry about me, honey. We have a closet full of sex toys and sexy clothes and we don't have any more room under the bed because of all the other toys we have. Plus, I get to think about two beautiful women making out in the room across mine. I'll manage." I smiled but before I could move she asked one more thing."Although, would you mind handing me the special one from the closet?"

"Sure thing mom." I knew what she meant. She wanted the first one she ever used on me. It was a pink/purple sort of strap-on slash dildo. One end fit into her vagina while the other end was used to penetrate the partner. It had a special meaning to both of us and to me it was still my favorite toy. It may have been smaller than most of what we had, but nothing could beat it. Maybe it was because of what it represented or maybe it was because of something else entirely. All I knew was every time we used it, everything was like heaven.

I opened the closet, and just like she said, everything in it was meant for sex. There hung at least two dozen sexy outfits in front of me (not counting baby dolls. They had their own place since baby dolls were the only thing we slept in). There were outfits for both me and her ranging from sexy nurse to bunny to cop to slutty schoolgirl, which was the first one we bought and my personal favorite (I still remember the first time I wore it in front of her, completely embarrassed but so turned on). Those were the only times she would ever call me something like slut or slutty, but I didn't mind then seeing as it was kind of the point when wearing some of those outfits.

On the planks above and below there were tons of different toys like vibrators, dildos (both vibrating and regular), anal beads, cock rings, things to stimulate her clit and even fake vaginas for me to use while she's filling me up. And this was only part of what we had. We bought so much toys that we had to resort to storing it under our bed which was filling up quite fast as well.

We had a little cabinet with hygienic stuff for both of us as well because sometimes little accidents did happen. After a few times you kind of know when you could go all the way or not. When we couldn't it was a bit of a disappointment, but we always had other ways to please each other. But I always had something with me that made sure I was as clean as possible.

My mom really opened my world in sex. Growing up, I never was very sexually minded. Other than masturbating to Liz sometimes I never really thought about sex all that much. I always thought it was just normal vanilla sex. But I was so wrong. Over the years we did a lot of things, even things that sounded a bit strange and dirty at first. We role played a lot with our outfits, which I always loved to do. We had outfits for both her and me and we'd immerse ourselves in our characters which was something I didn't think was for me, being the shy person I was. Yet both of us loved it. We did some things in public as well, without other people knowing of course. We would use food. Our three favorite things to use were whipped cream, chocolate sauce and strawberries. We even involved pee in our encounters, which sounded dirty at first but was strangely erotic and we still did it from time to time. We did a lot more than that and we still tried new things every now and then but peeing was probably the most extreme thing we did.

I immediately spotted the one she wanted and gave it to her. "Are you sure," I asked one last time while handing her the dildo."

"Yes, now go, quickly, before I change my mind and make that cute little butt mine for the night." She tried to slap my butt again but I managed to dodge it.

I decided to tease her a little before leaving. I showed her my butt and shook it a little. "What? You mean this tight little thing. You want it?"

In a flash she was standing behind my, one hand on my butt and on hand grabbing my already growing cock. "You know I do," she whispered.

I turned around with a sly grin on my face. "Well, I guess we'll have to take a rain check on that." I kissed her passionately. "You know what, mom," I said and took her hands and put them on my butt, "tomorrow, this is all yours and you can do whatever you want to it. The harder, the better. Deal?"

She squeezed my ass and bit my lower lip gently. "You bet that's a deal."

A few seconds later I found myself standing before Liz's bedroom door, my hand raised, ready to knock. I softly knocked and waited until I heard her say "yes" before opening the door. I poked my head through the crack. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"No you didn't. Come in," she said while turning on the light on her nightstand. The light flickered in her green eyes which were fixed on me. "I like your pj's."

I looked down. I was wearing a black, silky baby doll, which was frilled at the bottom and a matching thong. My mom loved seeing the little bulge in my panties and I loved the feeling of the soft fabric rubbing against my penis. The baby doll itself wasn't too revealing, it was see through around my stomach and covered my breasts, unlike some others I had. "Thanks," I said while laughing.

She pulled the covers from her and sat up. I immediately noticed her shirt. "You still wear that thing? I'm amazed it still fits." She was wearing a Muse shirt. She was a big fan and she has had that shirt for as long as I could remember.

"It's a bit too short because of these things," she began and took her breasts in her hands and moved them around a bit, "but yeah, it fits." From what looked like it, she had about c-sized breasts, just like my mom and they hiked up her shirt to the point where it ended just above her belly button. I couldn't help it but it was such an erotic sight. For bottoms she wore a pair of white panties with flowers on the side. "What's up?"

I sat down next to her, our bare legs touching. "So, you told my mom we kissed?"

The expression on her face turned to guilt and she smiled nervously. She looked so cute. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't really know if it was a good idea. I..."

I cut her off mid sentence by pressing my lips against hers. She was too surprised to kiss back at first. It was only when I put one hand on her cheek that she kissed me back. She placed one hand on my thigh before I pushed her gently on her back. Our mouths opened simultaneously and our tongues found each other in the darkness. Knowing now that I had my mother's blessing, that it would go further made the kiss that much better. She moved her hands under my baby doll and grabbed my lower back, pulling me closer as I let out a little moan.

We stayed like that for a while. No one to interrupt us. No one to break us up. We both wanted this for and we were going to enjoy every second of it. Our saliva mixed, our tongues entwined tenderly. Her hands sent shivers down my spine and I knew mine did the same to her. I felt my cock grow against the fabric of my thong. After a few minutes, my hard member was pressed between our bellies and only then I realized something. Reluctantly I broke the kiss.

"We don't have protection."

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

"You are?" I asked a bit taken away.

She shrugged. "Megan and I never liked condoms. And she came to visit sometimes after college."

That was fine for me. We engaged in a kiss again, but she didn't waste too much time. She grabbed the bottom of my baby doll. Knowing what she wanted, I straightened and she pulled it off. The cool air hardened my nipples. She let the piece of clothing fall to the floor and a few seconds later, my thong followed. She straightened herself as well and our lips found each other again. As we were kissing, she moved us and soon we were standing next to the bed. I had no idea what she was doing until she broke the kiss and smiled at me.

"I've waited and wanted this for a long time, so I'm gonna take my time exploring you."

My face turned red. I felt like I was on display, but I was too aroused to care. I wanted her. She kissed my neck and took my breasts in her hands. "You have the softest breasts," she whispered in my ear as I felt her hands kneading them. She was slow and gentle. Her fingers grazed my nipples and her mouth found its way back to mine. I placed my hands on her sides, feeling her soft skin between her shirt and panties. And for the next few minutes we just stood there, kissing while she played with my breasts. I had no intention of stopping her, and even if I had, I couldn't. Right now, she had the power. I was too mesmerized by her fingers. She massaged them, pushed them together and flicked my nipples.

Sadly, her hands suddenly let go and moved downwards. They reached my tummy and soon they would reach my throbbing cock. It was waiting, aching to be pleased. But I had to wait a little longer. She took one of my hands and broke the kiss. She raised my hand and then like we were dancing, turned me around. She pressed herself against my back and I felt her hands on my butt. She squeezed and stretched it. "I can see why your mother can't resist this," she said in a sultry way.

My face got even redder. It was the first time someone else mentioned the fact that I had sex with my mother and it sounded so dirty. "It's yours too if you want," I moaned. One hand returned to my breasts while the other kept my butt busy. "Maybe some other time," she said and kissed my neck. I groaned at the thought of her fucking me, maybe with my mother watching and touching herself like she was doing right now in the other room.

She let go of me and turned me back around and I saw her smile before she knelt down. She reached out her hands and I almost passed out when her fingertips grazed my penis. "God," I groaned. She gently grasped my member in her hand and cupped my balls in the other. I watched her and she looked so happy holding my cock. She inspected it, explored it, took her time looking at it.

"It's so girly," she suddenly said, "so perfect."

I never heard my penis being described as girly before, but it felt nice hearing it. My girly cock was pulsing in her hand. She moved her head closer and I felt her hot breath on the tip of my dick. A breath of air escaped my lungs. She looked up to me and gave me a sweet smile before planting a kiss on the tip. I nearly lost the feeling in my legs. Then I felt her lips closing around the head and sliding further. She got about halfway before moving back to the tip. I didn't know if she could take it all in like my mother could, but it didn't matter. It felt wonderful.

She slowly continued pleasing me. Her tongue slid around my head, precum oozing in her mouth. I started rubbing my breasts to keep my hands busy. Suddenly I felt hers on my thighs, slowly sliding up to my butt and rubbing it before sliding back down. I moaned at her touch. My body was burning up. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding deliciously along my shaft. After a few minutes, half of my cock was drenched in her saliva and she began stroking the other half. I could already feel that familiar feeling. Her kiss had been going through my mind all day and it got me excited and I knew I wasn't going to last that long.

She swirled her tongue around again and I fell forward, placing my hands on the only place I could, her head. That warm feeling began boiling up and I was on the edge of climaxing. "Liz, I'm close," I panted, but she never slowed down. She kept up her pace. She smiled and looked up at me with glowing eyes, wanting me to come in her mouth. That was enough to push me over the edge "Oh god, here it comes," I groaned. My body shook, electricity shot through my body. It started in my toes and reached my fingertips. The first string of cum shot out of my cock, splashing against the back of her throat, yet she did not stop. Her lips were now only sucking on the throbbing, ejaculating tip. Then, the last bit of cum dripped from the tip onto her tongue.

I let out a big, content sigh and slowly slid out from between her lips. I looked down at her, her mouth filled with my cum. She didn't miss a single drop. She looked up at me, happy and then swallowed my load down. She laughed, jumped up and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips. "You taste better than I ever imagined, Diana." I smiled and kissed her back, grabbing her thighs and lifting her up. It was far from over. I walked us to the bed and let us fall. We laughed as we kissed. Whatever tension or nervousness we may have had was completely gone.




On the Run Ch. 02



It was finally time for me to see her body. I had fantasized about it a lot and as I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, I knew it was happening. Her shirt fell to the floor and my eyes fell on her breasts. And it was just like I thought, they were about the same size as my mother's, only a bit perkier. To me, my mother was the hottest woman on the planet. Nobody could even come close to her beauty. And even though she was forty, her body didn't look like it. However, there was no denying that Liz was younger and her breasts were a bit perkier. She had small, pink nipples. They looked so cute and tasty. I must have been staring for a while because she suddenly took them in her hands and rubbed them together. "You like?" I heard and looked up to see her holding in her laughter.

I burst out laughing and kissed her. "Oh yeah, I like." I joked back and made my way down her body, kissing her lips followed by her cheek, neck and collarbone until I arrived at her breasts. My head hovered above one nipple, my mouth just an inch away was watering. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it resulting in a little hop from Liz. She giggled, but that quickly turned into a moan when I closed my lips around her pink areola. I sucked her nipple softly like a baby wanting milk. She moaned and ran her hand through my hair as she enjoyed my touch.

My hand slid from her side upwards and soon my fingers were sinking in her other breast. "Yes," she groaned. I cupped her breast and slowly massaged the underside of her boob. She placed her hand on mine and helped me please herself. I kept sucking her nipple, occasionally stopping to lick around it before continuing my delicious treat. Then I switched sides, wettening the other nipple as well. The first one was slick with my saliva. A few minutes went by and we both wanted more. I let go of her tit with a pop and moved back to her head where we engaged in another kiss. My hands were making their way up her legs and found her panties. I grabbed them and slid them off, letting them fall next to her shirt.

We smiled and she propped herself up against the wall and spread her legs. I was about to see what I had fantasized about for a long time. My eyes went down and my gaze fell upon a beautiful sight. Her pussy was puffy and already wet and red from excitement. Her pubic hair was shaved and trimmed in a cute red landing strip. She looked so tasty and so inviting. I moved closer, taking in the sweet aroma of her sex. 

I glided my fingertips from her inner thighs to her pussy lips, barely touching her skin. She shivered and inhaled at my touch. I couldn't hold back. I wanted to taste her, to please her. I moved my head and closed the small gap that was separating me from her sex. I found myself tasting one of the most exquisite things I had ever experienced. Her sweet nectar worked like a drug. One taste and I was completely addicted.

She was also clearly enjoying the moment. Continuous moans originated from her lips as I glided my tongue along her slit, up to her clit and back down. I felt goose bumps forming under my hands.

"Ah, yes," she barely managed to whisper. We both got lost in the moment and just let every wonderful feeling wash over us. I can't remember how long I stayed like that, licking the surface and sometimes sucking on her clit. It was only when her moans grew louder that I pressed my tongue against her entrance and gently pushed it inside.

She nearly squealed as my tongue penetrated her. Her pussy lips made way and my tongue was quickly drenched with her juices. I glided it against the walls of her insides, making her squirm with delight. She was enjoying my tongue as much as I was enjoying her pussy.

Hers being the second pussy I've ever seen, I decided to use the same techniques that brought my mother pleasure and made her scream in ecstasy. It worked perfectly. Her moans and groans grew louder and longer. The goose bumps became permanent and her body was shaking and quivering uncontrollably. I knew she was close and I wanted nothing more than to push her that last little bit.

I moved faster. She tried to speak, but it took a few tries before the words finally came out through sharp breaths. "Diana, please don't stop. I'm close." I definitely had no intention of stopping. My mind was set on one thing and one thing only. Bringer her to her climax.

To get her on the brink, I moved my hand and began rubbing her clit, slowly and gently at first but faster not much later. Her body tensed. Her back straightened and she was already holding on to the sheets. She was mere seconds away. Her breathing quickened. I swirled my tongue around inside her one last time and pushed her over the edge. "God," she screamed and her body tensed up. Her pussy contracted around my still moving tongue and her juices dripped in my mouth. She shook as she clutched the sheets, experiencing what looked like an extreme orgasm. I prolonged it by keeping my tongue busy in her pulsing sex, adding to her climax.

Suddenly, her body went limp and she fell back, first against the wall and then after I left her sex, she fell on her back on the bed. She was panting, trying to catch her breath. I laid down next to her and when she saw me she smiled through ragged breaths. She kissed me. "That was amazing."

I smiled back, happy that I had given her such pleasure, and placed my hand on her side. "I hope you still have some energy left," I joked knowing full well that she did.

She laughed. "Don't worry about that. Just give me a minute, I need to catch my breath."

I nodded, rolled on top of her and kissed her. We made out for a few minutes. I waited for her to give the signal. She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. "I'm ready. Please make love to me Diana."

Those were words I couldn't say no to. I lifted my hips, took my hard cock and aimed it against her wet entrance. And then, the moment I had fantasized about for so long finally happened. I pushed myself forward and entered her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as my member parted her pussy lips further than my tongue did. I slid deeper and when I was completely in, she let out a long sigh and my head fell next to hers. It felt so good and tight inside her. I managed to lift my head in front of hers and her face was filled with delight and pure happiness. We kissed.

"Please move," she whispered. I slowly pulled back and slowly pushed in. Her fingers on my back softly dug in my skin. My cock trembled in her warm vagina. She felt amazing. I continued making love to her at a slow pace. I didn't want to go too fast, at least not in the beginning. I wanted this to last. She didn't argue with me. her expressions and moans proved she was in heaven. Her kiss told me she loved it.

And I loved it too. It felt different than making love to my mother. Not only physically but also mentally. Liz wasn't the love of my life. She was my best friend. The only other person that I told almost everything to. It was different but it felt just as right.

She rolled us around until she was on top. I placed my hands on her butt and gave her cheeks a small squeeze. Her pussy massaged my shaft with every move. Luckily I came not long before so I was able to last a while. Her body was pressed against mine, our breasts melted into each other's. Our hard nipples glided against each other as we moved. 

After a while she pushed herself up and I had the fortune of seeing the magnificent sight of my best friends beautiful body moving ash she rode herself on my dick. Her slightly bouncing breasts glistened with sweat. Her long red hair tickled my legs. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, letting out soft moans as she was lost in the moment. I slid my hands back and forth from her thighs to her sides just so I could feel her soft skin under my fingers.

A while went by before we moved positions again. I was still laying on my back and she was laying on top of me, also on her back. My breasts were pushed between our bodies. I took my cock and entered her again. She gasped and took hold of the sheets. I was moving a little faster now.

Being in this position gave me the opportunity to feel more of her skin under my fingers. I slid my hands across her flat tummy and reached her soft mounds. When I grabbed them, my fingers sinking in her flesh, she arched her back. Soon I felt her hands on mine and we were both massaging her breasts. Then that familiar warm feeling warned me that I wouldn't last much longer. I hoped I could bring her to an orgasm once more before I came.

"I'm going to come soon," I warned her. That's when she stopped moving and turned around. "Me too. I want to see you when we come together."

I smiled and kissed her before I moved us back in missionary position. I entered her for what would be the last time before I'd orgasm. As we were both nearing the end, we moved faster. She wrapped her legs around my butt and held me in place as my hips moved. I dug my fingernails in one of her smooth thighs and kissed her. Our tongues met once more and swirled around each other. I was about to blow. I broke the kiss and rested my forehead on hers. Our mouths were breathing hot air into each other. I was on the verge and so was she.

Our eyes locked and that's when she started to tremble. Her legs closed around my body and she held me tight as her orgasm hit her hard. Her face flushed and her pussy contracted around my dick. That was the moment I couldn't hold it in any longer. Sperm shot out of my pulsing and throbbing cock deep inside her, filling her up. I groaned as my climax yet again took over my entire body. My limbs tingled and I could hardly breathe, yet a continuous moan escaped my mouth. Her crescendo was prolonged by my semen coating her insides. Together, we shared our orgasms until I finally collapsed on top of her.

We were both out of breath, panting and moaning, still enjoying what just happened. We lay silently until I went limp and pullet out of her rewarding me with one last gasp. We looked at each other an laughed before we kissed. She then looked at me and said, "You know I love you, right?"

I smiled. "I know. I love you too." And I really did. We didn't love each other in the same way like my mother and she knew that, but she was just as important to me and I was glad that what just happened, happened.

We rolled around a bit and soon she was sleeping with her head on my chest. Her hair smelled delightful and she looked so peaceful breathing calmly in and out. Then I heard something that sounded like a scream of pleasure coming from the room across ours. I laughed silently. My mom just came, probably thinking about me and Liz. She screamed a bit louder than normal. She probably wanted me to know what pleasures her thoughts about me and Liz brought her. I chuckled and hoped maybe Liz would want to joining me and my mother some night before I held her a bit tighter and fell asleep.

I had a good night sleep until I was awoken by a strange feeling. It came from below and after blinking a few times I realize what caused it. Liz was sucking my dick. She was on her knees, her long hair covered her face but I saw her arm moving and i knew she was fingering herself. It was only when I moaned that she stopped to look up. Her face got a bit red but she smiled. She probably wasn't expecting me to wake up.

"Sorry," she said in an innocent voice, "you were hard and it looked yummy."

She didn't wait for me to answer and just started sucking me again. I threw my had back in pleasure. I didn't know how long she had been busy, but it must have been a while because I could feel my cum getting ready to shoot out. She started massaging my balls as well, driving me crazy. My cock twitched in her mouth and my cum shot against the back of her throat. I groaned as the head of my dick grew and strings of semen left my body.

Once my orgasm ended, I fell back down. She continued sucking me as I went limp little by little. I noticed she was still fingering herself and a dirty idea entered my mind.

I moved and kissed her, pushing my tongue against her lips. She parted hers allowing me to enter. We kissed for a few seconds until I scooped up some of my cum and kept it in my mouth. Her expression told me she didn't know what I was planning but I just gave her a wink and pushed her on her back. 

I spread her legs and wasted no time. I buried my face in her wet pussy and smeared my cum in and around her sex. She had already swallowed the rest of my cum because I heard her moan above me. "Good God," she panted. She had been working on herself for quite a while as well. I knew she was close, her moaning and writhing told me. I slid my arms under her legs and lifted them up placing my hands on her inner thighs, holding them tight. She squirmed and groaned and as my tongue swirled around once more, her body began to shake. The muscles in her legs contracted along with her pussy and she couldn't let out a sound as this silent orgasm washed over her. I felt her legs go weak before I let her go.

I moved next to her and watched as the last remnants of her orgasm disappeared. We looked at each other and laughed. "That was a fun way to wake up," I joked.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said and then rolled on top of me and kissed me, "but I think I'm gonna take a shower. I'm a little sticky."

I smiled and we kissed once more before she got off me, grabbed her clothes and walked towards the door. She gave me one last good look at her butt before heading towards the bathroom. I got out of bed, picked up my clothes as well and ran towards my room. My mom was already awake. I jumped on the bed and gave her a big kiss. "You're the best, mom."

She laughed. "That good, huh?

"Better than I could have imagined. Thanks."

She smiled and kissed me. "I'm happy you're happy. I just hope you won't forget about your old mother."

I grinned. "Never. I haven't forgotten our deal." I took her hands and placed them on my butt, just like yesterday, only now she was squeezing my bare cheeks. "This is all yours tonight mommy. And I've got a feeling it's going to be a long, hard night."

She had a devilish smile on her face. "You'd better prepare yourself, my dirty little girl. It might be a little sore tomorrow."

I kissed her and we spent some time making out and talking about last night before we got up and took a shower together. I was already looking forward to tonight.

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The next few weeks were a blast. Liz lived with us during the week and went back to her parents in the weekend. She helped out in our store while looking for a job for herself. I was happy she stayed with us. My mother said it had been a long time since she saw me this happy. And I had every reason to be. I had both the love of my life and my best friend close to me. Anyone would be happy.

As for sex, I of course spent most nights with my mother. Yet, there were times when Liz and I would get it on. And it didn't take long before she fucked me with a strap on. She had never used one before, not even on Megan, but she said she liked the feeling of being the dominant one for a change. I still remember her face when I showed her the collection of toys my mother and I had acquired in the five years we were together. Her eyes went wide and her jaw literally dropped. I told her she could pick whichever one she wanted and she picked something along the size of my own penis. She thought anything bigger might hurt. That's when I showed her the ten inch one. It was a big black, thick monster. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"You can fit that huge thing inside you?" she asked both in shock and in awe.

Even when I told her I did she still didn't believe me. So the only thing I could do was prove her. The second time she wanted to fuck me, I told her to get that one. It was huge so it went slow and I was in control. It wasn't because I didn't trust her, but because it was too big to let her really fuck me. Needless to say, it was a wonderful night.

My mom didn't mind I spent some nights with Liz. I even brought up the idea of a threesome to her and she said she wanted to if Liz was fine with it, but I hadn't asked her yet. However, I had a strong feeling she'd want to join. She mentioned that my mom was hot and she asked a lot of questions about our sex life. I was hoping she really would join. It would have been extremely hot to see her making out with my mom.

Everything was perfect. Until we received a letter in the mail.

Liz and I just came back from a few rounds of running (well, not exactly running, more like getting each other off in a secluded place) when we saw my mother staring blankly at a piece of paper. She looked scared. "What's wrong, mom?" I asked worried.

"They found us," she mindlessly said without looking up.

I didn't understand. "What? What are you talking about?" I asked while sitting down next to her. That seemed to pull her out of whatever trance she was in.

She handed me the piece of paper and again said, "They found us."

I started reading the letter and almost immediately realized what she meant. Every positive feeling I felt disappeared. It was a letter telling us we had to go to court for an incident that happened five years ago. A lawyer was recommended but not mandatory.

Tears formed in my eyes and an uncontrollable fear filled my body. "How?" I asked to no one in particular. "I don't understand."

Liz took place next to me as well, asking what was going on. I gave her the letter and turned to my mom. There were tears in both of our eyes. We held each other tightly, knowing full well that we could lose everything we had. Everything we gained in those five years could be taken away from us. But most importantly, we could lose each other. That was a thought I dreaded. I couldn't imagine my life without her. Without the possibility to hold her, to touch her, to kiss her or to even see her. I didn't think I could live without her.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Go, I guess. There's no point in running away anymore. If they managed to find us once, they'll to it again, maybe with more consequences"

"I don't want to lose you, mom," I said, still in tears.

She hugged me again. "I know, honey. I don't want to lose you either. But we don't have a choice." She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "We have to do this."

I could see she was serious so I caved. I didn't want to go, but I would be close to her and that was all that mattered. If she decided to go, I'd go but if she decided to run, I'd run with her. "Okay," I said with a sigh, "how are we going to do this?"

"We'll have to find a lawyer first. That would be our best bet. We don't have to go for another month so we have some time."

That's when I remembered Liz was still sitting next to me. She had been silent this whole time. I turned to her and asked, "Isn't your uncle a lawyer?"

She shook her head. "He was, but he's retired. But I can call him. He probably knows a few people."

"Thank you, Elizabeth," my mother said, "that would mean a lot."

"He'll probably need some details so he knows what the case is about. Can I tell him?"

"Sure, you can tell him as much as he needs, but please try not to tell him that Diana and I have a relationship unless it's absolutely necessary"

"Of course, ms. Knight."

A few days later we had some visits by different lawyers Liz's uncle knew. They all seemed to knew their stuff so picking one would be hard. Money wasn't that big of a problem. We just had to choose the one we were most comfortable with.

We were just going over the list of lawyers when the doorbell rang. When we opened the door, a tall, beautiful blonde woman was standing before us. She had a warm smile and reached out her hand. As we shook it, she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Kate North. I head about the case and already talked to Elizabeth on the phone. If you are still looking for a lawyer, I was hoping we could talk."




On the Run Ch. 02



"Of course, Ms. North. Come on in," my mother politely said.

"Thank you," she answered with the same warm smile, "and please, call me Kate."

We took place in the living room and she immediately got to business. "Your friend told me all about the case. What happened, how it happened and how your lives are right now." From the moment she said that, we both knew she was aware that my mom and I were a couple. Yet she didn't say anything about it, instead she continued. "And I would like very much to take on this case for free."

That was something neither of us was expecting. "For free?" my mother asked. "Why exactly?"

"Because just like your daughter, I'm a transgender." Another surprise. I would never have guessed she was one. She had a slender, feminine body. Small breasts and a cute face with bright blue eyes. "And a case like this is important to me personally. Being a transgender can be a hard life. Especially when you are a victim of abuse. I can't stand seeing someone like me get hurt just because she's a bit different. That's why I will fight for her, for you. From what I've heard, I believe you have a chance of winning this. There are a lot of factors that are of use to you and I hope that you would let me help you."

My mother and I looked at each other. It sounded like a good idea to have a lawyer who knew what it was like to live like a transgender. "Have you had any cases similar like this?" my mother asked.

"I had one similar yes, which I won and many other cases, most of which I also won."

"And you truly believe you help us win this one too?" She nodded. "Do you mind if we ask you a few questions, professionally of course."

"Not at all," she said.

My mother asked the same questions she asked the other lawyers. We wanted to have a lawyer we felt comfortable with and with each question she became more appealing. About half an hour later, she had answered the last question and my mother looked at me again. There was no real reason to speak. We both knew we wanted her as our lawyer. Even though I felt like there was something she wasn't saying, I knew she was our best chance.

"We would love it if you want to be our lawyer, Kate," my mom said and Kate's face lit up.

"Thank you, Ms. Knight."

"How will this trial work?" my mother asked. It was the first time for either of us to go to court.

"The date on your letter will just be for paperwork. They have to know who's defending you, who's defending the opposite side and who will be judging. There will be no questions yet. Since there's no actual person to go up against, there will just be another lawyer assigned by the court itself who will ask questions. As for the testifying part, that will probably be divided into parts. I think you'll have to testify first," she said to my mother, "and then a few days later you will have to too," she then said to me.

"Personally, I think that's a good thing. It means we have some days if not weeks in between to talk and plan. Now, other people can testify as well if you want this. I have asked Elizabeth and she'd like to if that's all right with you. This will probably also happen a few days after Diana has testified. The verdict will probably fall that same day."

That was a lot of information to take in at once. "Now, if you want," she continued, "we can start right now."

"That sounds great, but there is one thing I have to ask you first," my mom said. She had to ask the question that was floating in both our minds. "What about the fact that I am in a relationship with my daughter?"

She smiled. "What they don't know won't hurt them. Even though you're both adults, relationships between family members is a tricky thing. It's not legal everywhere and even if it was, the judges might consider it a bad thing. I personally think that it doesn't matter who you love, even if that person is blood related, but the court may disagree, so I think it's best if we don't mention it."

That was one of the most important things to us. We had already figured that we had to hide our relationships, but it was nice knowing that our lawyer didn't have a problem with it.

For the next month, most of our free time went to talking to Kate. If we weren't working in our store, we were either at her practice or at home discussing. We told her everything. Even more than I told Liz and it felt good to let it all out, both for me and my mom. We had hidden this thing for so long, cropped up everything inside us and now, being able to tell someone gave us a form of release. We definitely weren't in the clear yet. There was a long way to go, but being able to talk to someone was something we both needed.

What Kate said was right. The first time we had to show up was to do some paperwork and see who would be judging. The lawyer we were up against was a random one. As for who would make the final verdict, there were four persons. The judge, a psychiatrist and two other random people. Each and every one of us was female.

We did the paperwork and learned that our next appointment was two weeks later. It would be my mother's turn first.

Preparing for this trial was hard on everyone and it was visible in our household. Our lives for the past five years, since my mom and I were a couple and we found this town, were pretty much sunshine and rainbows. They were the best years of my life. Yes, we were far away from everything and everyone we knew and hiding, but we were happy.

But now, having to remember what happened long ago, having to remember how our lives were with him took a toll. The rainbows and sunshine made way for a grey sky. The smiles and laughs we shared daily grew strange to us. The happy and fun days, both at home and at work became alien. And the daily sexual encounters we had dropped to almost nonexistent. If not for the love and the strong bond we shared, I wouldn't have seen us get through this in one piece.

Much too soon, the day arrived and my mother took place in the front of the room. For 18 years, both of us had to go through daily abuse, either getting beaten or name calling and I thought I knew everything that happened at home. But what I heard that day was unbelievable. It was even worse. My mother told things I never knew and there was one question in particular she answered that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

The opposing lawyer asked, "If things were so bad, why didn't you leave earlier?"

My mother's head turned to me and she had this look in her eyes telling me she didn't want me to hear what she was about to say and that she was sorry.

"Ms. Knight, did you hear the question?"

"I couldn't leave," my mother answered.

"Why not? It seems to me you had reasons enough."

"Let me ask you something. Do you have children madam?"

"I'm sorry ms. Knight, but I'm the one asking..."

"Please just answer my question," my mother interrupted. "Hopefully you'll understand why I couldn't leave."

The lawyer looked at her in silence for a few seconds before finally answering. "Yes, I have two children."

"And does your husband love them? Does he kiss and hug them every day? Does he help them with their homework or hold and comfort them when they cry?"

"Yes he does."

"And what about you? Does he love you? Does he ask about your day? Does he make you dinner when you had a hard day at work? Does he spend sweet and tender nights with you and can you hold him, knowing that you're safe and loved in his arms?"

"Yes," the lawyer answered a bit embarrassed.

"Then with all due respect, you don't know what it's like to live with a monster. You don't know what it's like to come home in fear of what might happen, to be scared everyday of the thought that your baby girl might be beaten again for just being who she is."

"Were things always like this?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes. At first, he didn't beat her as much. I should have left him from the first time he laid a finger on her, but I was stupid. It was from the moment Diana started hormone therapy that he became really aggressive. That's when he started hitting me as well. He was much stronger than me so there wasn't much I could do. It took a long time before I finally had the courage to stand up to him.

We were in our bedroom yelling at each other. He had beaten Diana for no reason yet again. I threatened with a divorce and he snapped. He hit me, forced me down on the bed and raped me. He told me that if I ever left him or even thought about it that he would find us and do horrible things to my daughter."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew he beat her, but I never knew he raped her. My eyes were watering.

"After he used me, he laughed and told me never to disobey him again. I was crying, knowing that I couldn't get my daughter out of his reach. That was the first time he raped me."

"He did it more than once?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes. He raped me countless times over the years. Sometimes he did it for no reason, but most of the time it was because I tried to pull him away when he was hurting Diana. And I am ashamed to admit that there were times in the beginning that I didn't stop him when he was hurting her. I had been selfish because I was scared that he would hurt me too. Those were the nights I cried myself to sleep, knowing I could have stopped him but didn't.

It broke my heart seeing my daughter cry everyday and it took far too long for me to realize that I didn't care what happened to me, as long as he stayed away from Diana. It helped only a little. But when I saw he was about to violate her, I had to do something. I didn't think and just grabbed the statue."

Everybody was silent before she added, "I never meant to take his life. I may have hated and despised him, but murder never crossed my mind."

The ride home was quiet. Her story kept haunting my mind. I couldn't pay much attention to the rest after her confession. It tore me up inside. I didn't even notice when we arrived home. I mindlessly took of my seat belt but didn't get up. I heard the sound of my mother's door opening and closing again. It sounded far away. "Diana?" she said. I mumbled something inaudible. "What?"

"I'm sorry," I said while a tear rolled down my cheek. "I'm sorry I made him hurt you."

"No, don't be. It wasn't your fault. I don't want you thinking like this. I can't have you thinking like this."

"But it's true. If it wasn't for me he wouldn't have hurt you."

"No, that's not true. Please stop saying that." Her voice sounded soft and hurt but I kept going.

"Yet it is. If I had just been a boy like I was supposed to, none of this would have happened. I'm just a fake girl."

"Stop it," she said.

"No, I'm..." I continued and turned to her. What I saw shut me up and broke my heart. She was crying. Her tears fell like waterfalls. I hadn't seen her cry in five years. "Mom?" I placed my hand on her wet cheek.

She placed her hand on top of it and shook her head. "Stop saying such things," she cried. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing is your fault."She started weeping harder. "I can't let you think things like that. I need you. You're my everything. I love you. Don't blame yourself. Please don't. I can't live without you. I need you. I... I'm..."

Her tears took over her ability to speak. I started crying too. I couldn't stand seeing my mother like that. I gave her a long kiss and I felt her hands grabbing me tightly. I broke the kiss and let my forhead lean against hers. "It's okay, mom," I said in tears. "I'm here. I'll always be here. I love you."

We held each other as we both cried for a while. She was defeated. She had put up a wall, hiding her pain and emotions from me, but now it had been torn down and I could see just how much she had really suffered. Her heart had been broken time and time again and her body had been used for much too long."

I held her tight and whispered sweet and loving things in her ear, letting her know I was there for her. Gradually her crying slowed down until she was just sobbing. I helped her inside and put her in bed. In the blink of an eye she fell asleep. I joined her and gave a kiss on the top of her head.

"Sleep tight, mom." Then I held her and fell asleep too.

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I awoke to an empty space the next morning and found her drinking some coffee in the kitchen. I was afraid that she would be mad about the day before but when I entered the room, she greeted me with a warm smile and a soft "Hi."

I sat down next to her, a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. I didn't mean to upset you."

She took my hand in hers and rubbed it with her thumb. "That's quite alright honey. It's a hard time for both of us."

"And I'm also sorry in general. For what you had to go through all these years."

"Thank you honey. I just want you to know that I need you now more than ever."

"I know, mom. I'm here and I'll do everything I can."

She gave me a loving kiss. A kiss I felt in my stomach. "I know you will."

And I meant it. I would do everything I could. But being the person I was, shy and silent, the closer the day came, the more nervous I became. We had spent a lot of time with Kate preparing, yet the day before I had to testify, I feared I would mess it up. My mom said Kate probably had some tips and that I should go over. Kate told us we could visit anytime we had questions or a problem. Her practice was at her home, so that's what I did. I drove to her home, about 20 minutes away, hoping I could get some pointers. But what I learned was something else entirely.

When I opened the front door, I could hear some mumbling coming from her workroom at the end of the hall. At first I thought she was with another client, but then realized that it was only her voice I heard so I figured she was on the phone. It was only when her voice would raise to a scared tone that I began to worry.

That's when I decided to check it out. It may not have been the best idea since I didn't have permission to enter, but I had to know if she was alright.

"Kate?" I asked a bit frightened as I peeked from behind the door. We had been here for a few times so I knew what the room looked like. It was a brown themed room with a parquet floor. She had some bookcases and other cabinets on the left side of the room. Her desk was straight across from the door and there was a brown couch on the right side of the room.

The lights were on but she had her head on her desk. Only then it hit me. She was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream. I closed the door and quietly moved behind her desk next to her. When I could finally see her face, I saw that she was sweating and moving like she was trying to get away from something.

Her mumbling turned into words and began really worrying me. "No. No, don't," she started quietly but almost immediately began yelling louder, "No, stop it. Don't!"

I was getting scared. Then she started screaming and shaking. "Kate?" I grabbed her and tried to wake her up. It didn't work and her screams grew louder. "Kate!" I yelled and shook her around.

She shot up, straight awake, her body covered in sweat and her eyes full of tears and still a bit shaking. "Kate, are you all right?"

She looked at me, probably noticing me for the first time. "Diana, is that you?" I nodded. "Yes, I'm all right. Thank you." She was out of breath.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in without your permission but I was worried."

"That's quite alright Diana. I'm sorry I scared you." She got up to get a glass of water.

She looked terrified. Her hands were shaking and her breathing was ragged. When she finaly got herself together again, I asked, "Why did you really take on the case, Kate?"

She stared at me and let out a big sigh. "It's a long story." I gave her a look telling her I was all ears. She sat down on a couch on the other side of the room and motioned me to join her. As I did, she started explaining.

"What I told you was true, I just didn't tell everything. So I guess I'll start at the beginning. Just like you, I've been a girl all my life. My mother and one year older sister didn't mind. They always supported me and my sister and I had a strong bond. Just like my mom, she was there for me when I had troubles and doubts. 

Then there was my father. He was never comfortable with my life choice but because he loved my mother very much, he didn't do anything to hurt me. But it was visible in the little things. For example, he'd always give my sister more money or he would blame me for everything. My sister, even when we were still small knew that. So she'd always share her money or cookies when he wasn't looking. My mother and sister made my life easier. And I loved them very much.

My life was fine until my mother passed away. She lost the battle against cancer when I was twelve. It had a massive impact on our lives. We all loved her dearly, especially our father. When she was gone, he started drinking.

He never was an aggressive person. He never hit us, even if he wasn't comfortable with me. But that all changed when the alcohol kicked in. That's when he hit me. He never hit my sister. Early on, he would only hit me when he was drunk. He'd blame my mother's death on me and he would call me names. As time passed and his drinking grew worse, the beating grew worse as well.

Luckily I had my sister at my side who would get him off of me. She grew protective of me. She'd always put my happiness and safety before hers.

Things were like that for a few years until I was 18. I was still a virgin. School had ended a few days earlier and I couldn't wait till I could leave for college. I was going to pay for my own education since my father wouldn't. I had worked weekends and after school so I could get away from home. But everything changed.

I was eating breakfast with my sister. She purposely waited to go to college so she could keep an eye on me in case anything happened. And I still thank God to this very day that she did.

We heard our father coming home after a night of drinking. It was a scenario that had happened in the past so I thought I knew what was coming. But I was wrong. From the moment he saw me he began cursing and calling me names. I tried to ignore him. I learned that was the best thing to do, mostly he would just give up and walk away when he noticed I wasn't paying attention.

Not that day. That day he went too far. He grabbed my arm and when I tried to free myself, he started hitting me. Whatever yelling and pulling and pushing we did, nothing made him stop. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back on the table and he had ripped off both my pants and underwear. He had one hand around my throat and was already taking off his pants. I was so afraid.

My sister started punching him, but he just pushed her back. She fell backwards and hit her head against the wall, knocking her unconscious long enough for him to..."

She turned her head and closed her eyes. It was obvious she was reliving what happened. "He forced himself inside me, hard and fast. I cried and yelled out in pain. The pain was unbearable and I don't wish it upon anyone. He tore my insides up and I was bleeding on his dick.

I couldn't see through my tears as I screamed my lungs out. Then I felt his hand around my throat tighten. I couldn't get any more air into my lungs. Everything became blurry and my life flashed before my eyes.

Just as I was about to give up, I felt his body jerk a few times and his hand released my throat. His dick left me and I was grasping for air. Almost immediately I felt someone holding me and crying. I heard my sister's voice near my ear saying, "I'm sorry. It's going to be alright." 

Her hands were slippery and when I managed to open my eyes, I saw they were red. I saw our father laying on the ground in a pile of blood and a knife on the floor next to him. That's when I passed out.