" She reached out and lightly touched my right biceps. "Do you work out? Your arms are so huge." I shuddered and mumbled, "No Ma am, I play baseball f...r the school." She was still stroking my arm and I suddenly realized the effect she was having on me and the towel was starting to tent up.Chapter 2 The fear of your secret fallingMrs. Hansen gazed down and saw the results of her manipulation and her eyes glazed over. "You are getting bigger," she said huskily. She reached out and grabbed my cock. I couldn't apologize if that's what he wanted, nor would I. He was a victim no different than any of us. As a victim, he was just like the innumerable other boys that I witnessed enduring much worse treatment, not to mention his own orphan pals that he had been spared the living nightmare of. I tried to relay that in no uncertain terms but he seemed unable to grasp the reality. In disbelief, he told me to fuck off. I even questioned whether Damon took me seriously or not. I gave up in. I felt him unload a huge wad of hot cum into my throat, that I quickly swallowed down while my mom yelled at me. She was looking at me with her eyes and mouth wide open while I held on tightly to the stiff cock and continued to milk it for all of its sticky sweetness. My mom continued to stare at me over her shoulder while she straddled her lover’s chest, holding him down as he struggled to get up and out of my reach. I had my one arm wrapped around his leg as I kept stroking his long, white. I got a text message after I closed it. It read 'Hey, Chris. This is Marcus. Call me when you want some more time with my black cock.'* * * *I tried to get some sleep the next night, but just stayed up. So, doing the usual ritual, I got on the internet and started looking up porn. Instead of looking up my usual porn, I decided to try out interracial. Eventually, I started looking up Mandingo and small teen girls. I found a super hot video. It had Mandingo getting blown by a small teen girl and.