..” she began, but her hand betrayed her, guiding the erect but infantile shaft to her vaginal lips.“Mommy, I love you,” the boy breathed.
“...And I love you,” she whispered,“but...”
“Please, Mommy!”“Oh, Ethan, my baby, my boy, my son ... YES!” she moaned as despite his innocence he instinctively thrusted as she guided him into her and suddenly the only man she had ever really wanted was inside her, violating her ... and she loved it, cherished it, craved it.“Oh, Mommy!”
“Yes, Darling, deeper!. Lars Johannes Dieter Magnus was dressed in an elegant, if a little foppish, baggy white shirt with billowy sleeves and frilly cuffs tucked into skin tight silk pants the same color as his dark blue eyes which were in turn tucked into a pair of over-the-knee boots of black leather. A tight, blue silk vest a shade or two lighter than the pants was buttoned over the shirt. On his head was a hat right out of an old novel like The Three Musketeers. Wide-brimmed with a big, bright blue feather. His. “I knew you were into women. I read Daddy’s employee files.”“What does that have to do with this?” Harper asks, her anger diffusing into curiosity. What Harper hasn’t noticed is the erection pressing hard against her shirt.“I had noticed when you looked at me it was in a lustful way,” she explains. “I thought the same of you. You are hot and I sometimes play with myself while thinking of you. I actually did that night, hoping that maybe you’d finally overcome your anxiety and come find me in. I couldn’t afford to pay what he charges to transform me, of course, but I knew he’d do it for free and as a goof for a friend. Only, I didn’t want a full mask. I wanted something that I was comfortable wearing, yet, something that no one would recognize me. I wanted something that I could have sex in and not sweat my brains out while hopefully tricking Jenna into thinking that I was someone else and making love to her on that false pretense. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a cad for.