? Some people might call me sick, or a pervert, or evil, but these words are irrelevant when put up against the power of the treasure, of the secret.?...She might have once come willingly to me, but that would not have counted.? She needed to be made unwilling, made scared, made something other than human.? She might feel that she was being degraded, but really she was being upgraded – made greater through her presence in my life, in the same way that my life was made better through her. I pull my trousers down, relieved to be able to relieve the strain of my throbbing erection.It jumps up as I push my boxers down. Seven inches of the most painfully erect cock, its circumcised tip aimed directly at Mom’s face. I raise one leg at a time, pushing the clothing beyond my kneeMom mutters, “No, that is not what we are doing. This is going too far.”I move in closer.“Chandan, you know this is wrong!”I move in closer. My knees are in contact with her still-spread thighs. Her pussy. ." What? I shouted in my mind. I've been trying to get this pussy for the past three weeks without success and she has the nerve to tell me she wanted to feel me bust a nut up in her for the same three fucking weeks. My nut went back where the fuck it came from. Since she wanted to feel my nut so badly, I was going to make her suffer just like she made me suffer for the past three weeks. "So are you going to satisfy me?" she asked seductively. "Yes," I answered, giving her some. Johnny had gathered up the pictures from the kitchen table and destroyed them, he didn’t think he’s need them again and he still had the flash drive if it came to that. He wondered why she’d invited him back.Monica toweled off then lay down naked on the bed; she pulled the sheet over her and dozed off.Around 11:30 she awakened. Johnny would be over shortly. She ran a brush through her hair and freshened her lip stick. She didn’t look perfect, she was a little haggard but it would do. She.