After eating them I went back to get a few more to take home. Climbing back over the fence a truck coming up the road and stopped in front of me. A ma... jumped out yelling about me being a thief and grabbed my arm. I was so scared I started to cry. He asked me who I was and where I lived. I told him my name and said we moved in the house at the end of the road leading out of town. He asked where my parents were, I said mom was at work and my dad was dead. He calmed down a little then asked where. It surprised her for a moment, but she quickly regained the delicious, lustful tempo from her new position, his cock now ramming straight up into her belly as she squatted over him. Her buttocks ground upward, squirming unguardedly in the chill air, when Arnie made a whistling sound with his pursed lips, and Ginny heard the door creak open behind her. She turned over one shoulder to see if Flo or Gus had come to watch her final debasement... Oh, my God, no! No!The shattering realization of what. There was more there, more happening, than was said. It was late evening when I finally decided to take my misery and agony home. As I made my way through the streets I built up my courage and lust to take action when I got home. I ran through a hundred scenarios and by the time I pulled into the driveway nothing concrete had emerged other than my lustful desire. What was in the back of my mind quickly came to the fore as I heard Mom call for me when I got inside the house. “Alan, is that. "That didn't take long," she murmured disdainfully, as more bad babyjuice pulsed out of me. She eased her hand out of my nappy and wiped hercreamy fingers on the damp front, then she slid her hand from my babypanties. She slid one finger inside the corner of my mouth, breaking mysuction grip on her sore nipple. For a moment all I could smell and tastewas the combined flavours of my urine and my bad baby juice staining herfingers. My lips released with a loud 'plop,' and she let my head fallback.