I was quite a real bad ass student in my class and always fought with classmates so one day while fought I got kicked on my crotch not so hart but pai...ful , somehow I reached to my house and slept for some rest.Soon my mom realize that something is wrong because I never sleep after returning from school, so she came to me and inquire about my day as I am friendly with her I told her with a little shy on my face that I got pain in my middle thigh area to which she told me to show her in worried. " Then she snapped on a pair of disposable gloves and placed a firm bolster pillow in the center of the table."On your tummy now," she ordered, patting the examination table. Jay nervously climbed on the table and lay face down. The bolster pillow raised his hips, which added to his humiliation. She bound his ankles to the table with firm binding straps."Let your arms hang down the sides of the table," she instructed. When he complied, she fastened binding straps around his wrists."Okay. Her struggles again just serving to allow more skin for his fingertips, more flesh for his eyes. A log crackled on the fire as he pushed roughly at her and as he did so stepped between her thighs, forcing them open. Bracing her hands on the table top and trying to squirm away at the same time just afforded him more room to open his breeches. His own pulse sounded like a warrior’s drum, he looked at her profile, and saw the fear and shame etched there. Teasingly he also felt that creamy pale. She wanted to bring her taboo stories to life as much as she could, and be everything she made her characters to be. She made her characters to be vocal, perverted, incestuous whores for their sons and daughters, and that was exactly what she wanted to be now. The thought of spewing the most obscene profanity to her own child made her tremble and her clit tingle. She felt like saying words to her son, that he otherwise should not even be hearing from complete strangers. The most mature, lewd.