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MILF is seduced and dommed by son’s girlfriend and…


"I don't want to get my hopes up but the worker's union I was telling you guys about called and hopefully I'll get a job by next month."

I was trying to pay attention to my mom's great news, but I really couldn't. I wasn't even hungry either; all I kept on thinking about was Brendan.

I was feeling self-conscious above all that he would see me here. I'm scared that he'll tell all his friends and that jerk Steven that I eat at a soup kitchen. I know he isn't that evil of a person, but who knows. He may seem nice here but

I know the way he treats me and other people.

I was also feeling embarrassed that the person I admired was here. God, I hated myself so much right now. I hated that the one person I liked didn't just know me but also that I was dirt poor. I know that he is stinking rich and popular beyond belief. He is also the most beautiful person I have ever met.

I was trying not to look at his beautiful arctic blue eyes because I know that I would just stare at them. I hated the fact that I had to go to that damn school. Everyone looked at me like I was some walking piece of shit.

No one ever talks to me for the simple fact that I am poor and some (like Brendan and his people) think it is their god given right to ridicule me because of it. That's why I hate myself too.

I have to be realistic, am I ever going to think Brendan will fall for a gay, weak kid who has no money and the only shopping he has ever done is at the second stores. I felt so pathetic just thinking about it. My mom always says I have my head in the clouds and am a huge dreamer when I talk about him. Guess she is right after all.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I hated living through all the stress and also having to deal with the scrutinizing behavior people in school had at me. Another reason I wanted to drop out of school.

Brendan was easy to spot figuring his 6' 3'' frame and beautiful silky smooth black hair. I said it once and I'll say it again, he looks so beautiful even with the things they make him put on. I hope my mom didn't notice me staring so much at him or that I was sporting a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower.

I didn't eat any of the lasagna instead drank the soda he gave me. I was feeling more depressed and my self-esteem was down the crapper.

How am I going to able to able to walk down the halls now with him either thinking more less of me or worse having pity on me? My affections toward him were obviously growing and I couldn't do anything to stop. I didn't even notice I was staring at him until his blue eyes were on me. We just stared at each other.


Logan was staring at me.

His green eyes were enchantingly beautiful. They would be if they didn't look like he needed sleep. It really hit me that I was staring at the kid. He had blonde hair that curled at the sides. Logan. He was in my last hour at school and was a member of the Choir at school. Funny, how now I know so much about the kid. Logan.

I needed to stop thinking about him before I punch the kid in the face! I was getting angry now. Curse my parents for bringing me here and curse Logan for now making me think of him. That's it I need to get laid if I'm now thinking about some poor trash like Logan.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse it did. The retard dropped his tray of food all over the floor. I didn't mean to call him a retard, but the way he looked just made me feel pitiful for the kid. Too make matters worse for me the kitchen lady told me to help clean up the mess.

"Do I have to the kid goes to my school," I was resilient; no way in hell was I going, "please don't make me help the loser, what if he sees me here." She just raised her eyebrow in a "are you serious?" expression. I pulled a little tantrum and walked towards the kid trying to clean up.


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