She had asked him what would happen? He answer, want to find out was the single most tempting thing he could say. Before she knew it, she had done exa...ctly what she was trying to talk herself out of doign! It was as if something had possesed her. Something had, her childish antics had gotten her. Her master left her here as punishment. The hall. There was nothing overly scary about it, just a long, empty hall. There was no way out, that wasn't even scary. She knew her Master wouldn't leave her. I believe things in life happen for one of three reasons. Things happen because they were planned, as a result of circumstances, or because they were preordained or destined. This story about my son and me, I believe, was a combination of circumstances and destiny; it certainly was not planned. This story is about the events that happened early in 2002, shortly after the invasion of Afghanistan . At the time I was 38 years old and my son was 16. As a loving and close family, we all played sport. I swept mydress under me as I swiveled my legs into the car as Leon got into thedriver's seat.He drove to the High School and parked his car in a secluded part of theparking lot. He leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss on my lips.I could feel his tongue probing for a way to get into my mouth, I openedmy lips and let him penetrate my mouth. The kiss was so divine. Afterwe separated, I checked how my lipstick looked and touched it up. Ireached up to his lips with a handkerchief and wiped. What should I do? Well, it throbbed and bobbed inches from my face as if saying "please suck me!" and it seemed like there was only one thing to do. I dipped my head forward and took the bulbous helmet into my mouth and held it there throbbing and jerking between my lips. This was sending impossible messages to my pussy and I thought my clit would explode.I flicked my tongue around the bellend in my mouth causing it to throb and twitch even more. I dipped further forward, taking more of that.