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Could feel the emotion bring a “what the fuck” to my mouth. Just as Kyle hit the volume of the TV playing to the side of me…the grunts, groans, and verbal expletives drowning me out. It was me on the screen…just at the moment of climaxing…the delivery boy underneath me. The perverted, peeping Tom was my son. It hit me like a brick. The authority of being the parent overwhelmed me. “You are spying on your own MOTHER!” I screamed. “You give me everything you got…or else.” “Or else what Mom?” Kyle said in a very calm voice. “Or else…well you can’t let this get out…I am serious, do you have any idea as to what this can do…to our family, to our standing in the community, to me?” “Yes…I do” Kyle again calmly replied a smirk on his face. “Well…then give me your phone and show me were this all can be deleted” I demanded. “No…think I will hang on to it”. “Listen Kyle…what I might have done is wrong…but this could be devastating…I mean your Dad…your sisters.” Then I made my mistake, “What would it take for you to make this go away?” He paused and looked at the TV, dropped the remote and grabbed his crotch. It was obvious that whatever was under the silky shorts had striptease some size to it. He looked back up at me; he could not have had a bigger smile. The implication was clear… teen “No…absolutely no…I am you mother for Christ’s sake…ABSOLUTELY NO!” He just kept rubbing indian himself and smiling…alternately looking me in the eye, then towards his hand, then the screen of the TV…and then back to my eyes. So I sit contemplating Heather for a moment. There were a few men in reception when they walked in and Darren wished them a good night. “No,” she thought, “that brochure from the court had recommended a sanitary belt and heavy napkin. Slowly, Jenna undid his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer-briefs at the same time. The father leaned down to forcibly hold her down. “The same kind of awakening that happened to Brie in her class, only school hadn’t yet started for me that year. Barb stood next to Josh indian and put her arm around his waist, then kissed him on the cheek and asked, “Having fun Baby?........ We need you, Mistress.” striptease If I remember correctly, I came to the photo of Madison on her elbows and knees. I went to the kitchen and began to prepare ham, cheese and pepper omelets, hash browns and toast. I told he to keep her eyes shut and turn over on her hands and knees. Still fondling my tit absentmindedly, he stared up at me, looking intrigued. Tits and I share a large cabin teen allocated to Klink and Riyena. He held my legs apart, lined up his shot, and drove himself to the hilt.