" I tapped my forehead. "How are you, Dear?" A bit shaken, Joyce," Anna replied. "Had quite a wild ride with your young house guest." Really? I knew s...e had had a tough time of it, but I didn't realise it was something that bad."."She carries a lot of scars." Anna looked sad. "It's made worse by the fact that she is empathic. Since her change, she's had a horrific time of things, and all the pain and hate she's experienced is in there. I inadvertently tripped the memory of how she lost her. “What do you recommend?”“I suggest that he becomes a weekly boarder as he lives so close, but that he participates in all the school activities at the week-ends. I assume that transport is not a problem?”“His chauffeur will take care of that,” Nicola replied, and then realised that few, if any, of the pupils at the school would have their own private staff, let alone a full time chauffeur and two full time bodyguards.“His chauffeur?” the Headmaster’s eyebrows rose.“We have one each,” she. I need you inside me so bad! I did not wait all this time to stop now.”I quickly positioned all 11 inches of my cock at her smoking hot pussy and pushed in steady. She threw her head back and began screaming. “Oh god yes! Fuck mommy with that huge boy cock!! Give me your meat son!! I want it all inside me!!! YES YES YES!!!” I hit bottom with a good inch and a half to go. “Oh mom your pussy is so tight!! I felt like there was a silky hot wet clamp on my cock. I was in heaven. My mother was. I had to rub the lather in a lot, way more than I thought was “necessary,” but I didn’t point that out. She was propped up in bed, leaning back on a stack of pillows, with her knees bent and her legs wide open. There was a towel under her butt. I was as hard as stone, but I had actually practiced trying to make my masturbatory sessions last longer, drawing them out, imagining myself lasting long enough that she got her cookies. I had no idea how to give a woman her cookies, but I knew she could.