TTA-Sean --- Trailer Trash Addict a series of pervasion
Written by Tanzer

I live a twisted life. That's how I like it. I "had it all"; six-figure income, nice house, new car, beautiful family and a penchant for perversity. It was the latter that caused me to loose the former. Now I live in a trailer park. Wall to wall humanity in its most miserable form. Abuses of all kinds abound and I'm in the midst of it. I've learned to take advantage of people and use them as I see fit. And it works well, at least for now. I managed to hide enough money away to stay sane in times of need. After all, my lusts run deeper than small children, although that is my priority. Of course, to my neighbors I'm just the "strange guy" in the white trailer. Not that anyone suspects my desires; rather they find me strange because I'm educated and have some mysterious source of income. They never see me leave for work since I work from home. (I'm sure they suspect drugs, which isn't the case.) And they can't understand half of my vocabulary, since an eighth-grade education is considered "great" within the park.

My desires toward the young members of our park are my reason for staying. I've found the environment where I can thrive. A place where children run wild and without parental supervision. They are lucky if they have two parents, most have one. And that one is working two jobs to pay the rent, usually. That's where I have inserted myself - I'm the go-to neighbor for baby-sitting and day care. I have been selective in my acceptance. There's no easy way to explain it, but I have a talent for finding the right "mark' to abuse. It's generally a kid from a broken home with an overworked parent who has given up. Given up on themselves and on the kids. Just making ends meet. To involved in their own life to know how I am impacting their child.

The kid is generally shy or an "outsider" in some way. Maybe he's the "brainy" one, meaning he can read. Or maybe she's just a little overweight, enough to draw the torment of her peers. Either way, I give them the attention and love they need. In return they suffer my abuse and come back for more. It's a cycle they've learned from others before me. I've just found a way to make it work for me.

My first crusade was Sean. He was seven, I think. Maybe eight. I can't remember now. Doesn't matter, since the most important thing was that his mother worked second shift and he had no siblings. He was shy and stuttered. Not a lot, mind you. Just enough to be tormented by the obscenely normal rite of childhood.

I befriended Sean by sharing my hobby - model railroading. For the first time in young Sean's life, he found a friend (me) and a hobby (trains) that didn't torment him. I countless days showing him how to construct the models, fine tune the engines and all the finer points of layout design. He was really quite good at it all.

I took my time, maybe three months, to gain his trust and more importantly, his mother's trust. She was wary of me at first, but came to view me as a "Big Brother." If she quizzed Sean about me, it was all good, since I'd been careful, very careful.

Then came the opportunity. One night, about six I think, Sean and his mother showed up at my door. She was distraught and shaking with anger or fear or both, I couldn't tell.

"I, uh, you, uhm, would you," she stammered, much like her young son.

"Slow down, Diane, what can I do for you?" I asked calmly, leading them inside.

"Listen, my sitter bailed on me and my backup is stoned or drunk or something. I need to be to work in," she glanced at her watch quickly, "Shit! I needed to be at work ten minutes ago. Can you possibly watch Sean tonight? I'll pay you -" She said quickly, before I cut her off.

"No problem," I said, "Go. Get to work. We can talk tomorrow. You're on twelves, right?" I was referring to her twelve-hour shift.

She nodded.

"Okay then, don't worry about Sean. Tomorrow's Saturday. I'll bring him over later in the morning. You get to work, come home and get some rest. I'll take care of everything else, okay?"

She sighed in relief and nodded. She bent down to kiss her son and through her neck opening I saw a pair of exquisitely formed, small but pert breasts. My erection was instantaneous. It's not that I don't like older partners, I just prefer young ones. She turned quickly and headed to her job - deli supervisor at a supermarket, or some such thing. We watched as she got in her car and waved to her as she pulled out. A plan started to form in my mind. I felt like the alignment was right - the situation perfect......(cont)