Her lips had been the warmth I had been feeling, although I had closed my eyes and tried to think about pretty Jenny Fisher rather than my mom. Consta...ntly feeling my mother’s breasts against my legs had made that difficult, though, and I knew I hadn’t really been thinking about Jenny at the final moment.Clearly mom had not been expecting me to shoot, especially not a long and weighty squirt like that, but she finally swallowed when she felt my fingers lightly caressing her. I was sitting on the. My mind was relaxed and thinking of Ryan, I love knowing his name after seeing him today. Laying my head against the tub arching my back my breasts rose up and my brown hair cascading down my back. Taking my bath sponge and squeezing some wash onto it and getting a nice lather I start at my neck and work my way down my chest. Feeling my nipples start to harden as the roughness of the sponge glides across them. Thinking of his smile, his eyes turn me on so much. Imagining his lips sucking my. I deposit my paycheck. I shop. But I do wonder- what if Master did force me to live out my fantasies? What if he did keep me chained inside a private dungeon? Might I, like the characters of my fantasies, truly seek nothing besides serving Master’s cock? Would I miss movies or books or friends? Or somewhere inside of me, is my pure nature to be a cum slut slave and nothing but? I guess I will never know for sure. But I lose myself and my mundane daily worries as I drift into my intense fantasy. ’ Seeing her eyes light up in amusement as Sean protested, ‘Mom!’ She smiled at him and stood on tip-toes to brush her lips against his, ‘Hi.’ Clint leaned in for a little deeper kiss only to laugh as Sean made vomiting noises, ‘Hi, baby. I missed you.’ Katherine helped Sean from his back, saying, ‘I missed you, too.’ She put Sean down, ‘Go clean up, supper is almost ready.’ He pulled her close as Sean left the room, kissing her again. She leaned into him and melted against him, moaning against.