”Morphing immediately into her professional role Charlotte’s attention became riveted. She wondered if the boy might have been molested or somethi...g. “Don’t be embarrassed Malcolm. Just tell me what it is that you are trying to say.”“Um I have been um,” he hesitated just like he had practiced so many times. “Having...”“Go on.”“I’ve been having thoughts of having sex with my mother.” He said it as if the sentence were all one word.Blown away by what she thought she heard Charlotte said, “Can you. So again I pushed my ass up and he mounted me.We did it three more times before the sun went down, eachtime more degrading and painful than the last. After thefirst two times I couldn’t feel the pleasure anymore onlythe grating and searing pain that came with every thrust.I was bleeding from my vagina now, the virgin skin insidewas unable to take the strain it was being put up to, andthe scratches on my butt and leg cracked open and bleedeach time we began again. When it was just getting. I was loving it. She asked, “Do I lack something? Maybe physically I am not like what he expects. Being like those big curvy girls. Like the bitches who were sitting beside him.”“Oh my god, still I can’t believe that he did not want to pick my phone and was with 2 girls for a threesome. Even in my wildest dreams, I could not see this coming. Just feel let down, Vinay,” she continued. I moved beside her and held her hands and calmed her down. I did not leave her hands and held them firmly.She. We were in the bathroom. I blinked bleary eyed as she turned and without a second thought locked the door.Grabbing the hem of her dress, she wrenched it over her head. Her firm tits, accentuated by white triangle patches bounced into view. I could see a damp spot discoloring the crotch of her lace thong. I moaned, but I couldn’t resist giving her one last salvo.“I hope that’s not that douches cum making that stain, sweetheart.”I heard her gasp and heard the slap before it smacked my face.