Being a horny young teenage boy, I of course jacked off all the time and the images that were burned in my mind of my nude mom had become a major mast...rbation inspiration for me. Not that I specifically fantasized about fucking my own mother: I just fantasized about fucking. Being a young teenager full of raging hormones, almost any woman would do if I would ever get the chance. Sometimes I even had lustful thoughts about our maid Simone, who was fifty or so and not very pretty.One Saturday. " "Hello," I said, my tone still dejected and my attitude still withdrawn. "Harrison," my mother continued, "these are my two eldest children, Alan and Amy." "Good to meet you kids," he said while sticking out his hand. I was too shocked to say anything, let alone shake his hand. I ran from the room, and as I left I heard Amy slam out the other door. Things had gotten too weird at this point, and I was getting sick. * * * I wandered alone for a few hours, walking the streets of my. He gave my cute little boi butt a good spanking, let me suck that wonderful cock of his and then made me take my medicine. I was so grateful when he carried my off to bed and let me lie there all day, lounging around while does all the work. I love Daddy so much.It?s been more than a week since Daddy gave my last bottle of medicine and I?m all better now. At least that?s what Daddy says and Daddy is always right. I feel so happy that I am Daddy?s boi and I?m just singing all day long as I wait. He was seated in a futuristic looking chair and glared up at the bound Amy with a combination of anticipation and intense coldness that sent a chill down her spine. He slouched low in his seat, but if he were to stand tall he would have been almost six-feet of wiry muscle and unbearably hip clothing. His short black hair was spiked in an impossibly complicated hairstyle, and he split into a wide grin as Amy watched him.'Hello, Miss Pond. So nice that we could finally meet in person.' He said in.