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A Mother’s Discovery

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Arresting the Slide It is a natural condition that a predator doesn't always choose the prey. More often than not, the prey chooses itself, or rather, gets itself into a situation whereby its ultimate demise is assured. The individual predator that effects the eventual `kill' is merely that which fate has determined is the closest at the time. However, it would be fair to say that the theory loses its simplicity when humans are involved, because while the prey still chooses itself, more often than not, the predator has the wit and will to ensure that he is the...

A New Peter

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A New Peter 1 Mrs. Veckly could hardly sleep that night. After her discussion with Mrs. Bradford, her accountant, the day before, she finally felt she was going to get some control over her twelve-year-old son, Peter. Peter was going to find his new place in the family as well. In their casual conversation, Mrs. Veckly had mentioned that she was having some trouble getting Peter to behave. Mrs. Bradford seemed unusually interested in this and offered some advice. According to Mrs. Bradford, Peter needed to be raised the same way she had raised her son. That meant that Peter...

A Furtive Intrusion

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*** The young boy, seemingly too young to be sexually active, steals into his mother's room late at night. After he thinks he has sedated her with a sleeping pills, he ties her to the bed while he mistakenly thinks she's sleeping. Mom is surprised and shocked, both by her boy's actions and by her instant arousal. Things quickly become confused and get out of hand. *** He had drugged her lightly with a mild sedative added to her cup of tea that night, so he had to be careful not to wake her. This was a bold plan for...

A Good Little Boy for Mrs. Marwood

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It was a regular Tuesday morning and Timmy Lovell awoke to the sound of Harriet readying things in the bathroom while humming to herself. He felt a shiver travelling down through his spine at the thought of the morning proceedings he would have to endure, and yet his penis was rapidly engorging, pressing firmly against the soft fabric of the cloth nappy she made him wear at night. Although Timmy was almost thirteen now, his foster mother still kept him on a strict hygienic regimen with very little consideration for the poor boy's modesty. This had been the way...