Mother was standing directly in front of the armchair and I was on my knees and had my tongue trying to pry its' way into her belly-button when we sto...pped moving backwards. Her breasts were heaving in time with her panting breath and she was guiding my head with her hands indicating to me that she definitely didn't mind my continuing and I knew there would be no resistance to my removing her panties.After I slid her nice new panties down her legs and encouraged her to step clear of them, I half. The one thing I knew I wouldn't do was go over to the table and speak to her. I had just decided to leave and had started toward the door when Susan looked over and saw me. I could tell by the expression on her face that she had not wanted me to see her. We made eye contact. I continued to stare at her until she looked down at the floor. After that I quickly left. I didn't want to make either of us any more uncomfortable than I already had.When I got back to my apartment I fixed myself a strong. After moving to this new town you've found it harder than usual to fit in and make friends, and after Ken (the school's bully) pulled your pants down in gym class, most other kids have stayed away from you. You used to have plenty of friends but after moving schools so much you've gotten to the point where you no longer think it's worth trying.You sigh and look down at the floor, feeling slightly dejected when suddenly a golden-glint catches your attention from the corner of your eye. Your eyes. But such ideas came and went quickly. They were far too... boring. Rudimentary. Uninspired.No, their punishment must be more severe. Tailor made to fit their self-serving nature. A reliquary for their crimes.The Kitsune smiled wryly. She knew what to do.It was simple really. Top laners were prone to fucking over their own team to satisfy their urges to fight the opposing top laner. Thereby, it only seemed fair that, as punishment for such actions, they spent time fucking their opponent to.