"The momentary panic, at least that's what it felt like, gradually faded. My erection had softened slightly, but as senses returned, as I felt Mom's p...etite body under me, her breasts against my chest, and as I realized how close my cock was to her pussy in this position, my erection returned with full vigor.It got stronger when Mom's hands caressed my back, up and down, moving lower with every sweep. With my face nestled into the side of her neck, Mom's hands ran over my ass, one hand slipping. I want implantstoo, or injections." No injections, it's poisonous. And if you wait until you develop some ofyour own breast tissue, then they can fit your implants underneath theflesh, instead of under the skin. Then they will be softer. Would youlike to touch mine?" I push up my breasts, offering them to her.Spider circles her slender fingers around my areola and draws themtogether to capture my nipples. Sensations sing forth to my brain, my assand my cock. "That felt good. Do it more."Spider. .. "Give me your fucking hands!" You quicly push your hands out infront of your body, esposing your wrists. Your gaze cement on the fire in my eyes as I place both your hands on the middle of the belt and fold ends of the belt over it causing the belt to seal your hands to eachother but at the same time have two ends of the belt fully movable. I take both ends in my right hand and move my hand behind you, erecting the headrest of the backseat to it's outmost position. I then use the belt to. I excelled and by the time I was fourteen, I was already enrolling in some college courses. When I was sixteen, I got accepted to Stanford University as a second year student, beginning in the fall. By the second term, I would be a junior, and I hoped to get my undergraduate degree before I turned eighteen. I was totally unprepared for the new environment. At first having so many people around was disconcerting and I kept to myself a lot. I spent much of my time either in the library or the.