She tries to fight but cuz I'm just like dad she can't get away. "Come on mom don't fight me off" I tighten my grip on her wrist and push her over to ...the wall. "Stop this you stupid son of mine your just like your gas dammed father" I smile and rip off her pants "yea but that just means you know what comes next" I say as I rub my cock on her nice hairless cunt. I go and force her legs apart "come on don't be a little bitch be a nice good slut" I smile and rub her clit and go and finger her. “Aurora,” I panted, collapsing on her, feeling her body tremble beneath me, her breasts pressed into my muscular chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, thank you. You're such a wonderful man, Chaun.”“You're a lucky woman. You get to cheat on your husband with your husband.”She gave a wicked giggle, hands sliding up to stroke through my blond hair. “Mmm, I am.”She pulled me down for a kiss, her lips gentle, loving. Her pussy clenched down on my cock. It was wonderful to be in her. Our. He loved screwing me, so he said.He smiled, "Oh, your mother would kill me if she found out we did something like that.”As the movie progressed and grew scarier, I got up and snuggled into his lap and he draped an arm around my shoulder. I jumped at the slightest noise on the screen and he grinned again; if only he knew it was like taking candy from a baby. He slowly shifted the arm slung around my shoulder and brushed his fingertips over the swell of my breast. I tensed a little and he left. I hated it but I dealt with it. The girls were better than the boys andmatured as people faster. I would rather be considered one of them thanbe considered just another outcast freak. At least being, "One of them"I was among friends, even if I was kept at arm's length by parents intheir homes.Six grade ended up sucking. Things never got better. I was so isolatedthat I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder and a variety ofother problems. The real diagnosis was "problem student" which.