What I remember, now, is finding my silver bullet inside of my bag. Instantly, my brain hatched a wonderful idea....At about 6-something I made my way...to the bathroom; this time is optimal for moments like this since barely anyone is on the 5th floor, much less the bathrooms. I took my place in the stall nearest the back wall, slid my pants off, sat on the toilet, took out my bullet, and got to work. I got rid of whatever was in my system first, and then I switched on the bullet and placed it. I liked the way I looked but I didn’t like the men staring at me in the mall or on the street. I knew what they wanted. I knew that I was sexy and hot looking; the guys at school told me so every day, but I wasn’t ready for their hands all over me.Even my parents asked me if there was a guy that I liked or if I was going on a date on the weekends. I tried to ignore them but the more I did the more they asked.One morning, while having my breakfast, they began again with the dating. “Please, I am. "Most of you have finished with your finalprojects. A few of you still have some work to do. Those whose finalproject has been handed in may use the rest of the period as a studyhall." Having finished my jewelry box a week earlier, I began studying forFriday's science exam. I smiled to myself wondering if Mom was going tolike the gift that I'd made for her. Mr. Ferris wasn't a real stickler for the rules and didn't mind if weworked together or just got together and talked as long as we. I whispered, “I love you, Mummy,” and brought my genitals to hover over her face. My penis was at attention, dripping drops of cum on her nose and my balls, heavy with cum and ready to explode were above her chin.I held her still and slowly dragged my ballsack across my mother’s wet face. Rubbing them against her tightly closed lips and nose as she whimpered helplessly. I knew I was going to have to shoot my semen down her fat throat before long or my balls would burst from the excitation.But I.