I want it, I want to drink it. He places the glass on a table beside the bed. I stare at it. He looks at me; I feel his thoughts in my mind. The blood...is an award, if and only if I let him use me and he likes it. I lay still on the bed, as he pushes my legs apart. He takes my ankles and ties them to the post of the bed. His hand moves up my thigh, I love the touch. He looks into my eyes, and I know not to make a noise. His hands move up into my cunt. I love the feeling of his hand there. He. A penis rubbing against my leg was exciting.” “Did you ever, erm?” I left the question unasked but knew Betty would know what I meant. “With my son?” Betty asked sounding incredulous at the thought. “Well, yes” I answered, tempted to smack her bottom but very interested in her answer. “No, although that’s not to say I wasn’t tempted. I could have made him come easily enough, but that wasn’t going to help me. I was hardly going to ask him to put his hand on my pussy.” She added “it would. Looking over to Kelly, "Now honey tellme what happened."Kelly explained what happened, including what she had said to thelarger boy before kicking him in the nuts. Knowing it was best to tellthe truth, rather than Marie finding out later that Kelly had omittedsomething.Marie did her best to hide the grin that spread across her face whenKelly described what she had said to the boy. Once Kelly was finishedMarie asked, "How much larger was this boy than you?" Kelly held herhand about a foot over. . were we going?"Everyone laughed."We should be back around dusk Billy." I waved and nudged Jack. "We are going wood hunting." I tapped Pat's hat brim as we rode past. She wrinkled her nose at me and kept pace."Trees?" Nope, an old barn." I said and went to thinking over the local teens for the summer labor. Only about 2 months left now. It was well into June."You're gonna shot the barn?" Pat looked at Larry, who rode with the riffle."Only if it bites." I said with a serious face."Oh Mo-ther!.".