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Figuring your chances at getting your hands on Tyler just dropped to zero, at least for the time being you decide to decline.

"That's ok hun..., maybe I can drop by tomorrow morning for a cup of coffee." You comment with a smile. "I have somethings things I need to do in the house."

"I'd like that." Cindy returns before taking Tyler by the shoulder and pulling him towards her, his head colliding with her large breast in the process. "Come on baby boy.., let's get you some lunch." She informs her son as she begins to lead him back to the house. Tyler glances back at you, still having his mother's arm around him. You can't resist the urge to give the tie holding your top together a tug, causing your big boobs to bounce and threatening to allow them to escape completely. Tyler's eyes widen considerably and he almost looses his balance had it not been for Cindy catching him.

After they were back in their house you head into yours, grabbing the remote control and flipping on TLC before plopping down on the couch and making your self comfortable. Well this isn't what I had in mind. You think to yourself as you lay back on the couch and close your eyes. Immediately your mind is invaded with images of Tyler. Him walking in and ripping off your blouse and yanking your jeans down, desperate to get you naked so he can have his way with you.

Oh Tyler! You think to your self as your open your blouse and unzip your pants enough to grab a tit with one hand and start fingering your self with the other. Just as your start to masturbate Tyler is joined by your youngest son in your fantasy and together they begin to fuck you, one taking your pussy while the other take your ass. The taboo nature of the images playing out in your mind makes a powerful climax inevitable and soon your are screaming your way through an intense orgasm before passing out for a few hours. The whole time you are asleep you end up being fucking by a couple of horny little boys.

Around 6pm you wake up with those images still fresh in your mind and decide what you need is a long bubble bath to help clear your mind. So after grabbing a quick bite to eat you head to the master bathroom and draw a hot bath. After spending a hour soaking in the tub your starting to feel a little better when you mind once again starts to drift.

"What do you think of these melon's Tyler baby?" You coo staring at the hot little boy.

"Fuck the fruit..., Show me those titties! In fact, why don't you just strip naked right now." Tyler says confidently as he hops the fence

"Mmm, whatever you say baby." You say as you quickly comply with his demands, stripping off your clothes and laying down on blanket in the grass with your legs spread, offering you body to him. "Show me what you got baby."

Tyler walks towards as he unbuttons and slips off his jeans, releasing an impossible large cock, point straight at you. "Oh fuck yeah.., give me that cock...."

"Fuck me Tyler!" You say out loud as you abruptly sit up in the tube waking up from yet another little boy driven fantasy. You cup your breasts and massage them in the now luke warm water as you take a minute to calm down. God my pussy is on fire! You think to yourself as you pull and gently twist your nipples. Giving a deep exhail you say out loud, "Well, guess it's me and my vibrator tonight."

After take a good 5 minute to dry yourself off your slip your robe on and grab your favorite vib from its hiding spot in the bathroom and head into your bedroom. As soon as you enter the room you look out your bay window to see Tyler kneeling on his bed in nothing but a pair of sleep short looking out the picture window of his room staring right at you. Well hey there baby..., were you waiting on little ol' me? From Tyler's position on the bed you can tell that it is pushed up against the wall with the window right in front of it, giving you a great view of what ever happens on it.

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