"Is this another game? I make one of your subjects mine and then you try to figure out how I did it so you can reverse the process? Because if it's yo...r idea of tennis, then game over. I forfeit. I will not play with people like that. These women, both mine and yours are not toys to be tossed around and mistreated. They have feelings, they have dreams, and they have lives beyond what we think they should."The smile on Vikkor's face faded a touch. I don't think she expected me to turn her down. It grew worse as my class teacher came to know and she phoned home. I was allowed to go home early. As soon as I reached home mom was all over me.“What happened Darling?”“Nothing – just an accident. Just that I was in the way of football”“You should be careful while playing.”“Where did it hit you? Mrs. Joseph told me to take you to the hospital.”“Its nothing.”“Where did it hit you?”I felt knot tied. What could I say? Where do I point? I was in a dilemma.“c’mon you can tell to mommy. Where did. Why would something so vulgar excite her so much!That evening while doing her homework she couldn't get the incident out of her mind. She felt aroused again.She closed the door to her bedroom and lay across her bed. She deliberately slipped her hand up under her skirt."Oh god," she moaned as her fingers found the sticky lips of her pussy. Her panties were soaked.She began fantacizing about the shapely lady,   piss running down her leg into her high heeled shoes. The image was burned into. He was ashamed of it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about those tits, wrapped around his cock, those lips, sucking him off. That pussy, where ever it lurked beneath that dress, wrapped around his shaft taking his seed. Throughout the years his fantasies had gotten more and more depraved, until he dreamed of making his mom his own personal cum-slut. His favorite daydream was to tie her up, along with his twin sister, and, after some thorough spanking, fuck them both senseless. But of course, his.