“Are you my friend, Lucy?” I asked her softly. Mom embraced me, her breasts pillowing my chest, arms hugging my shoulders as her erogenous muscles hugged my still-hard shaft. “Don’t flatter yourself, Danny-boy, I have thousands of bastards.” Lucy sneered, her fist digging into me. The roided-up demons that loitered near the entrance were a piss-inducing sight, but the moment they saw Rachel, they fucked off. She made it clear that she was still my mom, and I was still her baby boy, just like Lucy said. Interstate 80 was usually pretty busy at this time of day, but I hadn’t seen a car for miles. It was the only thing that stood erect now, for Lucy was completely female, and obviously feeling somewhat maternal. First, I need to solicit the help of some old friends.”
“And I’m her oldest friend.” Fantasia said proudly.
