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Sleeping?

... pulled her shirt off, exposing her bare tits to me. Her nipples were succulently hard. Lydia put a hand to the back of my head so she could press my face to her left breast and let me suckle. She moaned wantonly as I rolled my tongue all over the nipple and areola. "Easy now," she teased. "I'm still thinking this over." I switched teats. "Benji, you are so totally directionless you definitely need someone to look after you." "I don't know about that," I separated from her luscious titties, "I like the direction I'm going." "Don't be a naughty boy," she murmured as she pressed my mouth back home. She waited a barely 'correct' amount of time. "If we must do this, we will do it, but I determine where and when we have sex," she proclaimed. "No!" I grunted - breaking free of her breast this time was tougher. "Once we agree, all restraints are gone. I'm chasing you 24/7 and I have a voracious appetite for every bit of you. If I haven't kissed you in an hour, assume I've died." "Why would I agree to this?" she tried to look stern while actually amused. "I'm cheaper than supporting the three boyfriends it would take to keep you sexually satisfied," I pointed out. "What makes you think I am that kind of woman?" she tilted toward being upset once more. "My secret, heartfelt desire," I honestly replied. "If we do this, there will be restraints," she proposed. "I am still your Mother." "Are we bargaining now? Fine, I'll trade you eight hours of control for two anal sex sessions with you ...

... every day," I countered. That hit home alright. "You like that sort of thing?" she searched me out. "I really didn't care one way or the other until I had anal sex with you, Lydia. You were fantastic - damn near addictive," I grinned. That rekindled a lustful fire deep inside. "Oh," she purred as she dismounted me. She slowly turned around until her butt was only a foot away. Mom spread her legs then she languidly bent over until her torso was perpendicular to her legs. I reached out for those hypnotic orbs. "Tsk, tsk. We haven't agreed to anything yet," Lydia chastised me. "Now tell Principal Lydia what a bad boy you've been." I had to think quickly. "Well Principal, there is this woman. I follow her around all the time and I want to touch her in so many ways a young man shouldn't touch a lady," I confessed. "I keep annoying her because that is the only way she'll pay attention to me. When I am alone, all I do is dream about tearing off her clothes and having sex with her again and again," I continued. "I treat her like a sex object even though I love her dearly. Still, she is so beautiful...that's why I was caught masturbating in the bathroom and my grades have plummeted. She's all I can think about." My grades in Creative Writing had always been top notch. Mom certainly appeared engaged with my fiction. "Young man, you're incorrigible," Principal Lydia sighed. "No amount of suspensions or detentions are going to do. I am going to have to resort to more extreme measures." ...