Free Disciplining Little Abby by Serafine Laveaux

younger. Cuz my mom would like, chain me to the basement or something if I came home with that.”
    “Mine would call the cops. But seriously he’s so hot.”
    “Mine doesn’t know he exists,” she giggled before heading towards the concert hall. It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know when she’d get around to introducing the formidable Elizabeth Joan Willis to her new daddy-slash-boyfriend, or if she ever would. There was no question her mother would dislike him on sight. The question was whether or not Abby really wanted to push her mother that far. She didn’t want to think about that yet, though. For now it was enough to bask in the earlier envious looks from other women and the way the two girls had stared at her with awe and respect.
    It wasn’t until she’d finally found their seats and settled in that it hit her why the admiration of the young girls had such an impact. “They saw me,” she said to the empty chair in front of her. Teenagers hadn’t seen her as anything more than someone to walk around at the mall in years. Actually, no one had paid much attention to her in years, but it was the way teenagers looked right through her as if she were invisible that really hurt. She’d fallen off their age radar around the time she’d hit her early twenties, when some subtle difference or change that only the under eighteen crowd seemed able to see began to register. It didn’t matter that she dressed, acted, and talked like them. Somehow, they always knew. Abby had studied her face in the mirror a million times, looking for a tell-tale line or wrinkle that proclaimed her to be old, but other than the slight lines appearing between her eyebrows that were always hidden by her bangs, her skin was smooth and unblemished.
    These girls had seen her, however, had believed her to be one of their own. No matter how hot Chris was, she doubted they would have spoken to her if they’d had the slightest idea of her true age. Something had changed.
     
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    Chris went into an empty stall at the far end of the men’s restroom and leaned against the wall. It was rude of him to send her off to find their seats alone, but there was something he had to take care of. Otherwise he’d be taking her on the floor before the opening band’s set was over. Unbuckling his jeans, he freed his eternally hard cock and gripped it firmly. Closing his eyes, he imagined Abby’s curious hand taking control of him, her lips wrapping around the flushed red head. Groaning, he let his head fall forward onto his chest as he pictured her devouring his fat cock, felt her tongue running over the head and down the veiny ridge underneath, reaching out with the tip to lap at his balls. As his fist pumped faster and faster, he envisioned her head bobbing back and forth, heard her guttural grunts as she took all of him in, and felt her wet, willing mouth surround his cock.
    He came hard and fast, exploding everywhere as his ass clenched and spasmed. One hand flung out to brace against the wall as his knees threatened to give way beneath him. “Fuck,” he muttered shakily as he tried to catch his breath. As his strength returned, he grabbed a handful of toilet paper and quickly cleaned himself up, feeling somewhat foolish about the situation. He’d jerked off before he’d left the house just so his dick wouldn’t try to run the show this evening, but he’d underestimated the effect his bike would have on her… or the effect her reaction would have on him.
    By the time he left the bathroom, the worst of the crowd had made their way to their seats. Hurrying towards their section, he paused at the top of the steps long enough to locate Abby in the chairs below. Her twin black ponytails were hard to miss. Chris quickly moved down the stairs to the row just before theirs and snuck up behind her. Just as he drew up behind her, he heard her chuckle softly about someone being drunk.
    “Maybe who was drunk?” he asked as he climbed over the seat