At least, some of the other mothers in town thought so. She always compared him to James Dean in looks and attitude. Especially as he matured into a t...eenager. When they were out on the back roads it gave her a chance to be alone with her boy. To talk and just enjoy being with him away from the drudgery around the house. She could be more herself, not on guard about saying something wrong.Vaughn was short, just like Pops, but he wasn't husky, as his father was now. He was well built and lithe.. You reach it and guide my throbbing cock to your still wet pussy. “Tell me to fuck you, baby, tell me to fuck you with my big hard cock.” You look at me in the mirror. Your hands and clawing at my legs trying to get me to enter your waiting pussy, you’re getting impatient and say, “Fuck me, just fuck me with that fucking big cock of yours, baby,” you say with urgency.I grab onto your hips and slowly pull you onto my cock, my knob spreading your pussy lips entering your pussy. My cock moves. ”“And you will?” I asked.“Realistically I have to,” she said, “As things stand, she is my agent and manager and gets twenty percent of everything I earn. She’s also the sole director of my company. Until I’m eighteen, I can’t do anything professionally without her saying yes to it.”“So how long will it be until you’re eighteen?”“Four months,” she replied.“Then there’s an easy answer. A lot of those four months will be taken up with this project, then there’s Christmas to take out, and it will. And he fucks me. Of course he does. He's enjoying it, but I think I'm enjoying it more, but he doesn't even know...Part 9 – The GuyThe look on her face was one of need, perhaps of want too. The cry from my throat as I thrust deep into her body was feral. A wild animal conquering its prey, marking its territory, taking what it wants. And I wanted her, my Little Girl, beaten, battered and bloody underneath me, oh how I wanted her!Her eyes bulged as I squeezed the life from her throat, my grip.