Your son fucked my daughter and they produced a baby. He then set her up to be fucked by his friends." Mom stopped talking for a bit and then started ...gain."I don't give a flying crap about your son's pictures. He 'WILL' be paying child support! I suggest we meet and decide on an amount or we will go to court and I'll also push to have him charged with setting up my daughter to be used. If we win or lose, he and his buddies' football careers will be over."Mom was listening again. She wrote down. I could have said something, Icould have said no, I could have turned and pushed him away.But something was telling me not to; to savour the moment, to enjoy thegentleness of Jonny's touch. He'd hitched my dress up to the waist and nowhis left hand was still feeling my breasts and his right hand was pullingdown my tights and panties.He was only millimetres away from my penis and I knew it was time to breakthe spell. "Coffee's ready," I said in aloud assertive voice. I spun roundthrough 180. " Yes Sir."Glenda gasped, as Professor Walker applied the paddle, "One, thank you Sir."Did your parents raise you to talk that way in school?" Walker asked."No sir." Whack, "Two, thank you Sir."Whack, "Oww, three, thank you Sir." Do you often use language like that, now that you're an adult?" he queried, with another swat.Whack, "No Sir. I was just tired of her telling everyone about how good her blowjobs are." You forgot to count," he said. "What number were we on." Shit, three Sir." Shit?". So this time she was about 10 years older, nice looking with medium size breast and wide hips. She gave me her address after talking a few times on the phone and sharing pictures on messenger. She asked for a cock picture so i sent one as I sat typing her a message. She wrote back wanted to see it hard. Honestly I should have known that duh.So the day came for a meeting, she was only a few miles away so off I went.When I arrived she was standing at the door in a long silk dress with a low cut.