His father, just the sight of him made him sick.Max was thirteen years old when all the abusing had become too much. It was near the end of October. W...en one evening his mother came home one hour late, as she went to Hamleys in Regent Street to pick up a gift for her son. She was unable to take him trick or treating that year. To make up for this, she purchased for Max a set of football players for his Subbuteo collection.Hearing the front door, Max rushed to greet his mother. Embracing her. She then put a tiara on my head and helped me into some black fuck-me pumps.After I was all dolled up, she walked me over to the mirror, standing behind me as I got a good look at myself.“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she whispered in my ear. “You look good enough to eat.”She sucked on my earlobe as she reached forward and rubbed my sensitive nipples. I let out a breathy whimper.“Try not to jump on the first stiff cock you see,” she said, and slapped my ass. “Oh, I almost forgot.”She reached into the bag and. “So Tobias, tell me what you've been up to to deserve another caning,” she said with a mischievous tone to her voice. I hadn't planned for such a question but responded with the first thought that entered my head, “ I've been masturbating Miss, masturbating a lot.” Karen turned and pointed the cane toward the desk. “Put the telephone on the window sill and bend over the desk,” she growled. “It's twelve hard strokes of the cane for your disgraceful behaviour, young man.”I removed the 'phone and. I couldn’t believe how hard she came just off of my fingers, and tongue. She pulled me up and licked my lips, before kissing me. She pulled me by the hand to her room and laid down on her bed. She took off her thong, the only remaining piece of clothing she had left. Grabbing me by my belt and taking it out of my jeans she used her mouth to unzip my pants. She rubbed my boxers where my obvious hard on was. It was rock solid. I wish I could control him, I thought as she slipped him through the.