He had set up the track he wanted before they left and as the music began he pulled his mom close to him, not giving her a chance to refuse. The musi... was slow and sensuous and Mike moved his hands over his mother's body and down to her butt as they danced. He knew his cock was hard in his pants, knew his mother could feel it, and hoped it wouldn't make her back off. "Michael ..." "Shhh, I love you, mom, I ... know it's wrong but I want you." "Want me?" She looked up into his eyes and for a. "It was clear from the moment the words left the teacher's lips that thiswas not the right thing to have said, and soon all the children, boys andgirls both, were looking at Billy Cresswell with mock sympathy, "PoorBaggy Billy!" their refrain.-----------------------------------------William Cresswell shook himself from the unpleasant memories of hisdaydream and refocussed his attentions on the accounting spreadsheet onthe monitor before him. Over the years, refocussing had become somethingof a. When I was little my father passed away so I was raised by my mother most of my childhood and because of that, I lacked a father figure, someone to teach me the basics of sports, school, and women. My mother tried but she couldn't fill the hole that my father's loss left. I guess I should describe myself. I was about 5'9'' and 165lbs in highschool with a slightly athletic build, nice eyes and pretty nice sized cock(7 inches). I wasn't very into sports, more into band and golf but I still kept. All I did was sort of keep some books for this... um... organization... kind of on the side, you know? And they got in trouble with the law, and I testified against the bosses. But they owed some money... OK, a LOT of money to some people, and those people are pissed at me because since I testified, they won't ever see a dime of it.Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to tell anybody I'm in the program, but you'll go your way, and I'll go on mine and we'll never see each other again, and if I don't.