She never imagined what the boy would look like – not his features, that is. In her fantasy his face was blank. But he was young and slim and had a big prick and he was hot for her – just like Billy Wilson.

Only vaguely had Marlene speculated upon the reasons for her strange fixation. She was not an introspective sort of woman and she did not look for deep meanings behind, her behavior or seek some trauma in her youth as a cause. She thought that anyone who went to a psychiatrist was crazy – and that he went because he was crazy, but that he was crazy to go – and she took Freud and his ilk with a grain of salt.

She wanted to suck off a young boy simply because it was such a thrilling thing to do, and she looked for no motivation or justification beyond that simplicity.

But she did know what had pushed her to actually doing it today, instead of merely thinking about it while she played with her cunt.

She had been inspired by the boy next door.

Mike Parker was a good-looking athletic young fellow. Marlene often saw him in his back yard, which was next to her own and, quite naturally, she often used Mike as a part of her inspirational fantasies. She had never intended to seduce him, certainly, although she would have liked to. But it would be far too dangerous to start anything with the kid next door. If his parents ever found out. Well, it simply wasn't viable. Sneaking off to the slums and paying a gutter kid to feed her some dick was bad enough – but it was safe.

That morning, Mike had knocked on her back door.

Marlene hadn't been dressed yet and when she heard the knock she looked out the window, wondering who on earth could be calling so early.