Breast Expansion Mind Control
by wettstarr © copyright
I’m Alana, and this is my story. I’m a 35 year-old widow living quietly in the
hills of Los Angeles. I’m also a hot, slutty, predatory Boy Toy Slut. I wasn’t
always this way. It happened slowly, then suddenly, beginning with those damn
mysterious blackouts ………………..
It was autumn, and my son Jeff had just moved out to live on-campus for his
college education. He had a double major of chemistry and psychology, but he
didn’t know what kind of career he would pursue. His dorm wasn’t more than 10
minutes from my beautiful 3,500 square foot home, but I didn’t expect to see
much of him now that he was in school. Jeff was a sweet boy, tall and buff, with
a thick head of dark hair. He dated some in high school, but never had a steady
girlfriend. I encouraged him to find a nice girl, but he always told me he was
“waiting for the special one.” I didn’t know entirely what he meant at the time.
I lived alone, quietly, in my spacious pool home in the Los Angeles hills. My
husband, a man whom I loved dearly, had died three years earlier in an
industrial accident. With a good attorney and some patience, I collected a
sizable settlement and settled down to a peaceful, uneventful retirement. I
killed time in the usual ways, I worked out at a local gym with some of my
married girlfriends, and volunteered with some local community groups, and even
went out occasionally with some friends, but I was hardly interested in men. I
had had plenty of experience when I was a teen, and got pregnant with Jeff at
17, and after that I devoted myself to my husband and my son. I saw no need to
enter the meat market of California dating. I was more or less contented with my
lot in life, lonely as it was. Read the rest of this entry »
