I’m his Mommy. He is eight. I make him wear scanty pink girl’s knickers that don’t hide his hard boy p****. I rubbed his c*** through the knickers and gave him an erection. I made him nearly o*****. Then I took my hand away and gave him throbbing, blistering blue balls. I made him beg for a h*******. And beg, and beg. On his knees at the top of his voice. After a long, painful, sore wait I slipped his pretty knickers down and held the shaft, moving the skin forward and back so as to raise an o*****. Just gently. The o***** took its time coming. The o***** made him piss, hot golden piss. I drank his piss. I love him. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to give him s***** pleasure. One day I will rescue him from the wiles of S** Starved Ladies by marrying him and keeping his C*** and Balls in a chastity tube when I’m not using them. Any time he wants s**, I will give it to him. Any time I want to spank his perfect, smooth, peach buttocks, he will scream with the burn of my school stick. (More later…)