I read a dozen stories and got myself off a half dozen times before I logged off. The rest of the day I thought about young boys and my fantasies slow...y started changing. First it was my husband watching me while I fucked a young boy and gradually they shifted to my son Keith watching me fuck one of his friends.Keith was fourteen, the same age as the boy in the story who accidentally fucked his mom. I told myself that I would never actually do it with him, but I did start thinking of him in a. She has a promise to keep.Cassie takes a moment to collect her thoughts. She assumes that, in Dorothy's mind, this must be at least a few years later, since age of consent in that state is 18. "Mother, do you remember someone I used to know, a boy named Richie Gardner?"Dorothy snorts and her nostrils flare as if something smelly passed under her nose. "I most certainly do. The day I stopped you from sneaking off to meet with that hooligan was the turning point of your life."Cassie wants to ask. He was in trousers, shirt and tie looking very formal indeed sat there , so I sat on corner of his desk for interview to commence.I was sat there cross legged showing off my stocking tops , thigh and a cheeky glimpse of my cute bum which he kept glancing upon, he asked me to get pen and paper to take down his dictation short-hand style , only problem was I'm useless at it and kept messing up badly, I felt like being sacked there and then.He said my paperwork was bad but to succeed in getting. They were so hot they burnt my hand, but the pain felt good after the hollowness of oblivion. With a quick motion I thrust the handful into the ass of my victim, enjoying the sound of him crying out as his flesh was penetrated. I maneuvered the food inside of him."How do you like being ****d?" I asked, but off course he didn't answer. "If I ever so much as see you look at a woman the wrong way again, I'll have your balls for breakfast." I kicked him and then I ran.Something in me had diminished.