The ecstasy burned through my mind.“Oh, my god, yes!” I growled as I coated Dusk’s glasses and June’s cute face with my cum.“Daddy!” June ...oaned, cum running over her pink lips.Dusk just had her mouth open so my jizz could splash right into her mouth. I groaned, hitting that wonderful peak. Delight blazed across my mind. It felt so good to coat their faces in spunk. To coat them with all my passion.“Damn, damn, damn,” I panted as they wrung out the last of my cum from dick.“Oh, Daddy!” June. Powerful older women pursue and collect beautiful younger men as trophies and are looked upon with admiration for it. Deflowering an innocent boy is a near universal fantasy and almost all media adopts the female gaze, with lingering shots of cute bulges and bare male chests.Men meanwhile, are expected to protect their purity and innocence. Religions preach the importance of male virginity before marriage , and sex-ed focuses on shaming boys who touch themselves or even worse, dare give. It consisted of a form fitting jacket worn open over a white blouse. The blouse was unbuttoned to the waist and they caught a glimpse of skin and a hint of tit flesh. The skirt was tight and slit on both sides all the way to her waist. She had negligently crossed what seemed like an impossibly long leg over her knee. The naked leg was visible all the way to her hip. It didn't appear that she was wearing panties. She definitely was not wearing a bra. She was as composed as a 50-year old. He was about to get something to eat in the kitchen when the phone rang,Carl answered and it was his stepmother."How are you feeling dear?" Mrs. Monet said sarcastically."I am feeling better, where are you?"Mrs. Monet said,"I am on my way home, in fact I am pulling into thedriveway now." No, you can't be!" said Carl, but then he heard the garage doors open."Why, what's the matter?" Mrs. Monet asked slyly.Carl was busted and she wouldn't get off the phone. "Nothing is wrong, Ijust meant you.