I Love You Timmy Turner
Chapter 1: What is love?
Vicky’s opinion of Mr. Turner hadn’t changed since she had first fucked him at 15. “A fucking moron with a big dick who doesn’t know how to use it.” He still didn’t know, but under Vicky’s careful guidance he learned that sticking it into a lamp socket would be the best sex he’d ever imagine. He loved Vicky and being victimized by her. She loved his wallet.
Her opinion of Mrs. Turner wasn’t much better. “A fucking bimbo who thinks that a stuffed cunt equals love.” Vicky had contrived to torture her with enough electrical devices up her twat and ass that the teenager now qualified for a Journeyman’s Electrician license. Mrs. Turner was proud of surviving her vaginal bruising & burns. Vicky was proud of memorizing all of Mrs. Turners credit cards & pin numbers.
Vicky had been successfully blackmailing both parents for years. Neither was smart enough to realize that she was fucking with and fucking up both of them, sometimes on the same night. Sometimes with the same homemade torture devices.
And the idiots trusted her to take care of their son.
Nervous glances.
"She doesn't know, right?"
"Of course not! Now pay me then get on your knees."
"You won't tell him, OK?"
"Of course not! Now pay me then get on all fours."
Vicky was getting rich and getting bored. “There must be some way to involve the twerp,” she mused. Kicking him in the balls when he masturbated might work for the father or shoving a splintered broomstick up his boy-cunt like she did with good old mom’s twat might be fun, but something more was needed for their son. Something that left few scars, but permanent psychic damage. Or at least no noticeable electrical burns.
Timmy was surrounded by cruel, careless and stupid people. But he wasn’t stupid. He was lazy. But he was also capable of bursts of energy and dedication when it suited him, when he was motivated.
Vicky was about to go too far. Vicky’s problem was that she had never learned that there were some places that even a sexual sociopath shouldn’t go with an angry, horny 12-year-old adolescent. Not one who also had fairies.
So finally, at the age of 12 Timmy was about to become motivated.