He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The...rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more. These were brand new and a size smaller than I usually wear so they were like a second skin stretched across my butt.I also wore my pink and white trainers as well as short, pink anklet socks with the little pom pom's attached. My hair was pulled back into a single pony tail and held in place with a matching pink scrunchie. All I needed was a Hannah Montana backpack to look like a complete ... dork.The office is rectangular in shape and I came in at the short lower side. To my left was his desk. I just looked to the other side. But that sight was still in my mind. I again looked at her and found her staring at me and this time she looked away. The babe was 28-30 years old with one of her friend and a cute small girl. My gf called me and said she would not be able to meet me. I was so angry but I thought lets use this opportunity. I gathered courage and started staring at her. Our eyes started to meet slowly and long stares increased. I gave a smile to her but in return she just turned. I loved taking her from behind, holding her tits and getting high enough in her to feel myself against her ass. I loved hearing the sounds my mother made because my cock was in her. I loved hearing her tell her son how good he made her feel and how much she wanted it from him. With my cock buried between my mother's legs I whispered to her, "I'm in love with you." In the few hours before dawn she slept in my arms with my hand gently resting on her breast. I inhaled the sweet aromas of our.