At the age of twenty-six, thinking I’m never going to meet a man who cares I exist, I stumbled upon his lap. I went to the party sure it’d be full...of women and no potential love interest. Much to my surprise, not only were most of the people at Missy’s party men, one of them very obviously went out of his way to make me his priority. The way Wonderboy treated me left a hot imprint where I’ve thought about him every day, sweet thoughts with flattered flushed cheeks. It has been three months. I. I'm a seventeen-year-old white male, 5'10" and 144 pounds. I look like the stereotypical beach surfer boy, slim and medium length light brown hair. I was doing pizza delivery to make money for gas during the summer vacation between my junior and senior year of high school. I had been doing it for just a little over a week. I planned to spend almost ever day at the beach. When I arrived at 19276 Creekside Dr. I found that it was the entry to a trailer park. I drove in and looked for #14. . And theirs alone. His teenage cock was meanwhile wavering under the lustful earthquake that was his mother's flesh, around him. Enveloping him. Wanting to fuck him dry. He could feel his hot white lava rising inside his loins. His dark desires for her making him moan her name. "Mom...god you are the best. Fucking make your baby boy cum. Goddammit, ride me home you whore!" Devouring this lustful sight, his mother, riding his rockhard teenage cock, with this dark, obsessive fire in her eyes and. She didn’t think she could stand the accusations she knew would come if she did tell them. Before she knew it she had arrived at Karen's house with about 5 minutes to spare. Before Karen could get out of the car, Darrell grabbed her by the arm with one hand and grabbed her by the chin with the other. He squeezed her chin hard and looked her in the eyes and held her there as he told her, “If you know what’s good for you bitch. You won’t say anything to anyone about this. If you do I’ll.