" Yes, Ms. Brady," replied the receptionist.I followed her into her office. I would have followed her over a cliff if she would have asked. She was on... good looking woman."Well, Mr. Harper, we finally meet." Please call me Ray, if you don't mind. I owe you my life and I don't have any idea why you did it." Mr. Harper... I mean Ray,... a good friend of mine asked me to look into your case. Your lawyer let you plead guilty instead of trying to help you out. You had a lot if mitigating. "I have a mind to call your mother right now and tell her about this episode", she teased. "To think that I trusted you to baby-sit my Chad. How often have you done this before?" she demanded now starting to feel her juices flow at the prospect of seducing the young boy. Stephen tried to stammer out a response as he tucked his now flaccid penis back in his jeans. "Please, Mrs. Holmes, don't tell my mom. Please, I'll do anything, just don't tell anyone!" "You wait here, young man - I'll be back. Her warm sensation subsided. She was shocked to see her right hand inside her pants and a wet patch on her pant’s crotch region. To her disbelief, her hands were drenched, wet and sticky. Samantha felt awful that night and did not respond to her son’s email.It was 11 pm, and Samantha was up in her bed, deep in thoughts. In her last google search, she learned a lot about the Oedipal complex and how it’s natural for a son to feel sexual attraction towards their mother.It provided her with some. "you dont mind i invited my friend do ya boy? you gonna spend the whole night with the two of us baby" "i- i'm brandon" "i dont give a fuck baby, suck on this head for me" Martin climbed on the bed and rested his back against the headboard with his legs spread on either side of the white bois arms and held his big cock up, flopping it around while he looked down at the young man. The sounds of freds balls slapping against his ass the soundtrack to this event. Brandon took one look down and.