"OK sleepy head! Get yourself ready...and make it...hot!" I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short hair with a little m...oisturizer she left on the sink, and shave, taking the time to neaten up down below before grabbing my Levis and a crisp white oxford. I grab my loafers hurriedly, for fear this highly motivated club hound would ditch me for someone more lively, and barely grasping her fingers in mine, follow her out the door. The street life felt exhilarating. . Hard and twitching. The tip brushed the door, smearing precum against it.I grabbed my shaft and stroked myself. I pumped up and down as I heard something creak open. I shuddered, picturing my naked, busty mom hurrying across the room, her large tits heaving. She would have a thick, blonde bush dripping with her passion. I imagined her kneeling before her boss and sliding a black harness up her body.I vaguely understood how strap-ons worked. I was fifteen and heard stories. I should find some. The only solution I could come up with was to stop. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship and wait until she turned eighteen. And, as deeply depressing as that thought was, watching her practice, seeing her move so gracefully, my heart racing just from observing her, I knew, if she loved me, she'd wait. That only made it harder.After practice I took her to Wilket Creek Park to wander through the tended Edwards Gardens. Late afternoon temperature was falling. I led Cassie into the ravine. And then the semen running down my inner thighs when they put me down...I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get some relief. I was already wet and my nipples were poking out of the blouse."How did I get to this place?" I wondered. "Why am I doing this?"Then I thought of Enrico fucking me on the kitchen table at the house. I'd been resistant at first too.After the sandwich, it was like I was on autopilot. It had been a life-changing event. All I had read since then told me I was a.