You can't tell...

You hear footsteps on the stairs and someone sneaking down the hallway, quiet as a mouse. The Hitachi is still vibrating on the floor, rolling around as it does, and your mind is going insane. Did Cassie send up Jason? Her own son? Is he even old enough to be fucking? I mean sure, he's in {first_name}'s class....oh fuck! What if she sent in {first_name}?! That sick, twisted cunt is just dirty enough to do it. Jesus, he'd be scared for life. Or worse! Worse? What worse.

Oh god...what if it is {first_name} and he...likes it? Christ! What if your boy LIKES seeing his mother tied up like this. Fuck! What if he wants to touch? Should you let him? You're tied down, blindfolded, and ball gagged and...

...and your pussy is switching between gaping and crushing down on nothing like you're a whore in heat. A whore for your own boy. A whore for his friends. Fuck your soaked! You're so wet you can feel your juices surging out of you with each throb of your slutty heart.

You've never wanted anything so bad in your entire life as you want to be found and fucked right now. Hopefully the boys have enough courage to do it... Jason, hell...Chad, Charlie, their dads...

{first_name}. Especially {first_name}. Your sweet boy...would he have the balls to fuck your cunt and cum in your pussy and then play it off like it's one of his friends? Would he have the cajones to claim you as his own? Fuck where his father fucks, cum where his father cums...over and over and over again. It would be like a race to see who knocks you up first...

Oh god...your whole body is tingling and aching with need. Your hips thrust up lewdly from the bed, your pelvis fucking the air of its own accord. You hear one more footstep outside and then...and then the door opens and there's a gasp.

You're not sure who it is....but you hear the footsteps of a teenage boy come closer to the bed....