He wondered where she was. He hadn’t been here before and the surroundings were strange. The clock radio on her night table said it was just after s...ven thirty. There was no ensuite in the master bedroom of the older home. He slid out of bed and padded toward the hallway. He stopped and went back for his shorts but couldn’t find them. He wandered up the hallway. No one was in the bathroom and the kitchen was empty as well. He walked into the living room and peeked out through the curtains. His. My moans were quiet, but loud enough for James to hear them."Is this how I do it, Mom?" he asked as he kept licking me slowly, lightly."Yes, baby," I managed to say as I widened my legs for him, beckoning him in closer.He looked up at me as he started to lick my pussy harder and faster. Watching me. Wanting to see how I was reacting to him. I moaned loudly and watched him. Looking down and seeing my baby's face buried in my cunt was mesmerizing. I had dreamt it so many times. My hands went to. All that she couldreally do was sit there and wait for the cock to enter her open mouth. Atear rolled down her cheek as she realised how hopeless her situationwas, not even able to beg using any intelligible sounds with her mouthforced open.John was relishing the sight before him, the sight of his helplessterrified sissy. Thanks to the contact lenses instead of a blindfold hecould witness all the facial expressions perfectly. Taking a step forwardhe lifted his cock, positioned himself right. ”His fucking innuendo, she pondered, does it have to be so obvious? Just like the lord dirty bastard.They went their separate ways.Two weeks laterThe special needs class that day had dwelt on safety and particularly online and how easy it was to be drawn into evil groups etc. James Saville the owner, only lecturer and head master had return messaged a friend while the class of ten, eight boys and two girls, watched a information video. His friend Ralph Harris, who had delivered a DVD to Celia.