What sort of grown woman sleeps with a sixteen-year-old lad? What is she – some sort of pervert? I’ve a good mind to have that whore arrested! How...dare she corrupt my boy!”When I told Mandy how my mum had reacted, she told me to tell my mum to go to hell and move in with her instead. So that’s what I did.I packed up my things while Mum was at work and left a note on the coffee table, telling her that I had left home and moved in with Mandy.Mum was devastated. She called me up every day, crying. I said well you better come in. Jean came in and stood in the kitchen. I shut the door and closed the blinds. I went over and turned the lights on. I turned and stood in front of Jean. She looked me up and down, smiled then her eyes went straight to my very stiff freshly shaved cock which was on full display for her and standing straight up. I said it's more fun when you're in the same room. Jean said definitely and more enjoyable when you can see properly. I asked her what she meant. She. God that first touch was really something else. It felt soooo good feeling it buzz over my sex. I slowly rubbed my clit and lips sitting there hips rolling starting to moan and I lowered it more letting it enter my body. I eased it in slowly feeling it buzz and open me up. I was in heaven and lost it. I came sooo hard it left me breathless. I turned it off and rested as the movie played the sounds of sex filling the room. I was in no mood to stop playing at this point. I went and got that big. Cora was hardly recognisable. Wearing a long, full skirt but naked from the waist up, her entire torso, arms, face and shaven head were covered with elaborate tattoos. The Trade Minister was leading her by a chain that ran to a ring set in the septum of her nose. It was only as she came alongside that I saw that the piercing had itself been set with a silver grommet to prevent the ring causing damage. I asked the Minister about the designs on her body."Do you know about the Pythork?" he asked.I.