Popping Mom's Cherry

Little Boy Lost

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I was 42 years old when I seduced my mother. She was barely 18.

The seduction was over twenty years in the making. It took me fifteen years to perfect my time machine, of course. Then it took me another five years to create a fake identity. Money wasn't a problem, of course. I won the lottery five times, as well as every Triple Crown horseracing event. I used my fortune on the finest false credentials imaginable. With them, it was easy to land a teaching position at the Lacordie Private Academy For Girls, the most exclusive boarding school in the nation.

My mother was a sophomore when I was hired. I spent two years of groundwork on her, getting her to know me and to trust me. Now, on the night of her 18th birthday, I planned to make my lifelong fantasy a reality.

In my timeline, she was a virgin when she married my father. I planned to change that.


My name is Michael. Mom named me after her father. I kept the name when I travelled back in time, but I changed my last name to Tate. You can't be too careful. She wouldn't meet my father for another five years. Having two lovers with the same last name might prove to be too much of a coincidence.

Still, I knew she would be drawn to me. I looked just like my father. I'm tall -- almost 6'4", and almost skinny at 190 pounds. I still have a thick head of black hair. The light peppering of grey only makes me look more distinguished. My eyes are grey.



I checked the clock. It was almost 2:00. I scheduled an appointment with my mother to discuss her college options. I knew she would go to Georgetown. I would suggest it to her.

But not today.

I had other plans for my sexy young mother today....
 
Mother

Moira Locke
Long dirty blonde hair
5 ft 8 in
busty round curves
18years old

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Moira nervously stared at Mr. Tate's office. She knew all they were going to do was discuss college plans but truth be told she had a bit of a crush on him. He was handsome for an older man being only 10 years younger than her own father.

She straightened her pink sweater and A-line skirt before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door
 
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