The young man in the darkened attic bedroom was tossing and turning in the small bed, his lanky frame barely fitting in the small bed. A hint of early morning sun slipping through the curtain and slowly waking him up. The sheet was mostly off his body from his movement and the sizeable tent in his shorts showed what kind of dream Alex was having as copious precum stained the fabric. The 16 year old foster child had slightly unique fantasies in that he wasn't blown over the school cheerleaders or someone like that but his fantasies revolved around sensual, classy grown up women. And right now as his body arched up off the bed slightly he was busy playing with his favourite. Katheryn Winnick had been the woman of his fantasies and masturbation session for a long time and this morning wasn't any different. He had her bent forward, his fingers digging into her beautiful breast with one hand and the other fisting tightly through her hair holding her against him as his hip rolled forward in another powerful thrust making her whimper and shudder in ecstasy. He knew she was close, almost tipping over to an explosive orgasm and he met her eyes in the mirror watching her blush at the taboo of the moment being fucked by someone half her age. Yet it didn't stop her eyes from silently begging in hunger and he answered by pulling out and giving another mighty thrust into her hot clenching tight hole. His gaze locked into her heated one he kept pounding her, having to bite his teeth to keep himself in check as he felt her clenching tighter, nearing her orgasm and he asked voice straining with his desire. "Where is my cock Katheryn?", he asked revealing the lewdest part of the fantasy as she answered in a broken whimper, "in my ass" and exploded in a shameless orgasm.
And Alex woke up, breathing hard as the alarm started buzzing off as his eyes looked at his throbbing arousal, the time at the clock and shook his head. He knew he wouldn't have time to relive himself before the school with the time that it takes him usually. The foster home he was in was better than most to be truthful, he had his own room even if its in the tiny dark attic. But the lines for bathroom or the pounding if you take a bit of time were all too common. But he got the chance to go to school and spend some quiet, quality times in the library. Alex loved school contrary to most of his classmate. He loved escaping some of the harsh realities of his life and hoping to land himself in a better place. He was also good at it and from his shy and private world at school no one would guess at the wild and powerful world of his fantasies.
Alex had no idea though that everything about his life was about to change, change for the better and in ways that would rival his wildest and fondest fantasies. The next hour went in hurry as he tried to get a shower, get breakfast and get ready for school and breathing deep all the time trying to stop himself from thinking about the dream and his body responding awkwardly. He was almost finished when the call came, that his social worker was coming to get him. His foster parents didn't told him much, he remembered hearing them on phone, discussing before hand, wondering what was happening but like always no answer was forthcoming.
The lady came two hour later, talked in whisper with the adults for two minutes before taking him to her car and driving. He had packed very minimally as instructed with one change of clothing and sentimental items which was almost non existent .. except for few books. The explanation from the social worker was surprising and while it filled him anticipation and hope but also filled him with trepidation, expecting to wake up and find it to be some horrible illusive dream and the chance of it all breaking apart in a few weeks. It seemed someone wanted to adopt him, someone who wanted to remain private and they would foster him for a while to see if it can be made to work out.
There was even more surprise waiting as the car stopped at a massive gate. After she pressed the buzzer and identified herself the door opened automatically and they drove through the driveway stopping at a beautiful two storied house that was very nice but small considering the size of the whole place or so Alex thought but what did he know about mansions. The pounding of his heart was even higher as it felt everything was out of control. He followed the lady to the main door and even before she knocked on the door excited footsteps could be heard and the door opened and Alex's mouth fell open as he recognised who was standing on the door with a megawatt smile, who they have come to met, as if there was a chance of Alex not recognising her. Standing at the door waiting to welcome him in her house was none other than Katheryn Winnick. Now that wasn't something you don't dare dream about.
And Alex woke up, breathing hard as the alarm started buzzing off as his eyes looked at his throbbing arousal, the time at the clock and shook his head. He knew he wouldn't have time to relive himself before the school with the time that it takes him usually. The foster home he was in was better than most to be truthful, he had his own room even if its in the tiny dark attic. But the lines for bathroom or the pounding if you take a bit of time were all too common. But he got the chance to go to school and spend some quiet, quality times in the library. Alex loved school contrary to most of his classmate. He loved escaping some of the harsh realities of his life and hoping to land himself in a better place. He was also good at it and from his shy and private world at school no one would guess at the wild and powerful world of his fantasies.
Alex had no idea though that everything about his life was about to change, change for the better and in ways that would rival his wildest and fondest fantasies. The next hour went in hurry as he tried to get a shower, get breakfast and get ready for school and breathing deep all the time trying to stop himself from thinking about the dream and his body responding awkwardly. He was almost finished when the call came, that his social worker was coming to get him. His foster parents didn't told him much, he remembered hearing them on phone, discussing before hand, wondering what was happening but like always no answer was forthcoming.
The lady came two hour later, talked in whisper with the adults for two minutes before taking him to her car and driving. He had packed very minimally as instructed with one change of clothing and sentimental items which was almost non existent .. except for few books. The explanation from the social worker was surprising and while it filled him anticipation and hope but also filled him with trepidation, expecting to wake up and find it to be some horrible illusive dream and the chance of it all breaking apart in a few weeks. It seemed someone wanted to adopt him, someone who wanted to remain private and they would foster him for a while to see if it can be made to work out.
There was even more surprise waiting as the car stopped at a massive gate. After she pressed the buzzer and identified herself the door opened automatically and they drove through the driveway stopping at a beautiful two storied house that was very nice but small considering the size of the whole place or so Alex thought but what did he know about mansions. The pounding of his heart was even higher as it felt everything was out of control. He followed the lady to the main door and even before she knocked on the door excited footsteps could be heard and the door opened and Alex's mouth fell open as he recognised who was standing on the door with a megawatt smile, who they have come to met, as if there was a chance of Alex not recognising her. Standing at the door waiting to welcome him in her house was none other than Katheryn Winnick. Now that wasn't something you don't dare dream about.