Stacey quickly pulled her hands out as I shot my hot cum all over her hands. I could see the sticky ropes of cum hanging from her fingers as she held ...hem in front of her face, shocked and confused. “Oh my god I’m so sorry Stacey! I couldn’t control myself. Come inside so we can get cleaned off.”“Hahah ok,” she said with a chuckle, which relieved me greatly that she wasn’t mad. As she walked up the stairs, right before she disappeared, I swear I saw her lick her fingers clean. After she came. "I think your body is pretty good looking too." Her eyes fixed on the huge boner I had in my trunks. She had changed out of the white bikini into a more modest two piece suit, this one more like a pair of low cut shorts and a halter top, the two large triangles covering her round tits tying around her neck and across her back. "Now are you ready to go?" Yeah." I answered, stepping into a pair of flip-flops and picking up my swim towel. She stepped back and let me out of the room before falling. No, Mother, please! It hurts! You know you like it, you sick pervert! Come on, show Mother what youve got in those little balls of yours! Mothers hand moved rapidly and roughly up and down my twelve-year-old penis, and I tried to hold back, but the pain mixed with the pleasure, and I had my first orgasm, a small amount of white, sticky stuff coming out of the tip. You sick fuck! How dare you get your filth on my hand! She slapped me across the face hard enough to split my lip, and then she. And the minute she was in there, she started asking for money, not a dime was requested all the while leading up to her move, but then "Can I have $30,... can I have $20, Can I have $50... everyday some new drama needed funding... I knew it was for drugs, but I wasn't absolutely sure.A month passed, and she started getting snotty, and cold. I had to get a new home for my cat, a landlord thing... She had offered to take him, then the day came... sorry, can't, my landlord won't let me... but I.