I grew up in a small village and if one person found out then everyone would find out. It had been about six weeks since mine and pauls meeting, and i...couldnt stop thinking about it. My feelings of disgust had changed to curiousity and i couldnt stop thinking about him moaning as he swallowed my cum. He had gone away for the summer to stay at his dadsand i was nervous about him returning, if he told anyone of our mates my life would be over. But anyways. So one day im around a mates house. Are you still together with that girl? What’s her name- Chloe?’ ‘It’s Zoe and yes, we are still together.’ ‘Ok, well, listen- I was thinking. If she’s going to be a big part of your life from now on, I should probably meet her. And I want to see my grand-daughter. So I’m coming for a visit.’ I didn’t know what to feel. Joy that she was finally excepting my ‘way of life’ or terror that she was coming for a visit. Long term visits with mom are one of the most anxiety producing events in my life.. “Look at us going like idiots,” she laughed. Then, she teased, “You kiss very well, Jackson. Nothing to teach you here.”My cheeks flushed red, I shot back, “Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of things you can still teach me.”“Not so fast, you greedy little kid. First, we'll finish this exercise sheet, then we'll see. The better you apply yourself, the sooner you'll get to see more of me,” she kept taunting.Her teasing worked wonders; I gave my best to solve the problems and succeeded in record time. “Show me you really like.” I threw my head back and tried to muster some tears. I thought of how my boss did such naughty, humiliating things to me, but it only made me hornier. I tried to think of something really sad but it only turned into sadistic fantasies. I kept my eyes closed whining and groaning as I stroked my titillating clit.“Come on …….beg…”“Beg???”I said questioningly. “Beg for it ….” He said breathing heavily. I swallowed hard.“Um…..ok…….I…….I want your…..rock….hard….oh please I.