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Learning to be a Good Boy, Part 1I was not quite old enough to drive yet was working hard to eventually buy my first car, once I came of age. I offered lawn cutting in my neighborhood. I grew my client list to just over 20 per week.One particular client was the Perkins family. They were a German family that had recently relocated to the US. Mrs. Perkins was in her mid-40s and Mr. Perkins was a bit older yet was hardly ever home. They had a daughter, Linda, my age. Actually, Linda was Mr. Perkins’ daughter by his first marriage, making Mrs. Perkins Linda’s step-mom. I found Linda very attractive, yet she was also hardly ever home. In seems that Mr. Perkins traveled extensively for business and Linda was very active in after-school activities. I had seen her at school yet she and I traveled in different circles. Each time that I mowed the Perkin’s lawn, I noticed güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Mrs. Perkins watching me. As the summer progressed, so did her focus on watching me… even progressing to her “accidentally” flashing me as I passed by her window. On one particularly hot afternoon, Mrs. Perkins invited me inside for a refreshment. I was wearing only shorts and she seemed to smile from ear to ear as I turned and squeezed in past her as she stood in the doorway to her kitchen. She was wearing a sundress with a plunging neckline, open back and she obviously was not wearing a bra. I was instantly excited by the view of this sexy, older woman. She followed me into the kitchen. Poured me a tall glass of lemonade, handed me the glass and as I sipped the liquid, Mrs. Perkins reached out and trailed her fingertips across my bare chest. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri My young cock instantly swelled inside my cutoffs.Before I could say anything, she leaned down and ran her tongue over my nipple!“Mmmmm” she said, “salty.”“Mrs. Perkins!” I said, practically choking on the lemonade. “Wha…..”“Shhhhhh, boy” she interrupted, placing her fingers to my lips. “Only speak when told to speak.”I was frozen in a combination of excitement and fear. In an instant, my shorts were open and around my ankles. My underwear son followed and I was naked. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and she gently stroked me as she kissed my lips, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I remember how tingly my hard cock felt in her hand. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.“Do you think” she asked, “that you can be my good boy?”“Yes Ma’am” güvenilir bahis şirketleri I stammered out. “Call me ‘Mommy’ young man” she corrected, as her grip tightened around the base of my cock, “or dress and leave immediately… never to return.”“Yes…. Uh… Mommy” I struggled to say.“Good Boy” she replied. She then dropped to her knees and engulfed my entire length into her wet, hot mouth. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me! I moaned out and she seemed to enjoy my reaction.“That’s it, boy” she encouraged, between deepthroating me, “Let Mommy know how much you enjoy this.”I moaned out again as she took my length until her nose touched my belly. She then spit me out as quickly as she took me in, stood and kissed me again. Her tongue and mouth now tasted a bit different… saltier than before. She then broke the kiss.“Did you taste that, honey?” she asked. “That was your excitement that you tasted. Are you excited, boy?”“Yes Ma’… I mean Mommy” I replied, “I’m VERY excited.”“Do you still want to be Mommies’ Good Boy” she asked, “and do more with Me?”“Yes Mommy” I eagerly replied.“Good Boy” she replied, “Then follow Mommy upstairs.”To Be Continued…

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