Sheinformed Timmy's mother on how well he had done on the quiz and hisimprovement had been remarkable."Would you like some cookies?" Timmy's grandmoth...r asked."No, thank you," he said somberly.He had wanted to go to his friends house this weekend, but he and hismother ended up at his grandmother's instead."You know honey, your mother is just trying to do what is best for you.Everything is going to be alright dear," she said patting his hand.Timmy didn't say anything."You did so much better on. But it felt so good to fuck this sweet little thing. I grabbed her chin forcing her to look at me, I needed to see the look in her eyes as I gave into my own lust. The fear that took hold of both of us as I let myself go inside of her. I fell to my knees, I felt her hands on my shoulders, I could here her voice but the voice inside of my own mind was to loud for me to understand what she was saying. I was begging for Mistress to take pity on me, which I knew she would not. Regaining my composer. I watch her come into the room. Her gown hides her body but I can see she takes good care of herself. This is her secret sanctuary where dreams are fulfilled and fires ignited. Here I am the intruder and to her I do not exist. She walks into the drawer and takes out her companion for the moment. She turns around and I watch her face and the way she walks to the leather chair. She stands for a moment by the chair and looks down at the chair and then though the open window. She opens her gown and. ”“Good. I want to make you come again.”“You do?”“Yes. Sit behind me and touch me, Ben. We take it slowly.”Ben sat up, and his cock was making a tent in his trousers. He grabbed at the zipper and somehow gave himself some space, which forced a giggle from Martina, who watched the swelling in his pants like a hawk.Ben looked at the door, anxious that it wasn’t locked, but he knew there was no chance that his Mum would burst in. He brushed his hands against her soft blonde hair and breathed in.