I couldn’t afford an abortion and had no choice but to have my son. I had plans for college but those dreams were quickly crushed replaced by a rea...ity of working end jobs and living on welfare just to support my son. There was a time I could have had anyone but after having Jimmy I was considered damaged goods. I never fucking wanted this life. I never fucking wanted to be a mother. I have paid for that mistake all these years raising him and he was now finishing high school eager to start. So I see youre awake. You have a beautiful body. a familiar voice said. Let me go. Well you see I cant do that. Youre mine now. I heard footsteps and soon my blindfold was off. I saw that what I was laying on was a bed. For the first time I got to look at his features. He was UGLY. He was way shorter than I remembered. Mustve been wearin platforms. And his hair was long and un kept, he had a little bit of a pot belly, and he had three kitchen lady moles on his chin, forehead, and cheek. Relax. Carol was a very popular dance partner. She seldom wore underwear while partying. I loved to watch her dance with all the men. When she slow danced she put her whole body into it, arms around their neck, her head on their shoulder, nuzzling their neck and intimate whispering. For fast dances, Carol would flash her tits and grind on their cocks. She was a classic cock tease and I loved it.She left many men with a tent in their pants. She'd come back to me with a devilish smile and pert. “It won’t just be the football team visiting you. Every boy in school will be instructed to use the locker room bathroom and to hold their pee for you as much as possible. This is so that on game day, we know you’ll be used to it enough not to screw it up and cost us the game.”I nod again. My head is swimming. I just want to lay down on the nasty floor and process my pee in peace.Gameday. While my teammates shake their pompoms and flash their panties with high kicks, my knees are in the cold.