Just then the bell rang out its soothing tone.“Okay, now you all have a good weekend and don’t forget to study for the chapter test on Monday, Jay... would you please stay for a minute,” Mrs. Kline said, giving me an upset look.After all the students have left the class, you walk over to Mrs. Kline's desk, who was finishing some last minute math work. You take this time to examine Mrs. Kline from your position. Mrs. Kline, not too bad to look at for a 42 year old, though she always wears puffy. "A fashion show, I presume?" I heard my mother say from the doorway that separated the living room from the dining area.I screamed, pulled my top down and reached for my shorts. As I struggled to get them back up, I heard my mom laughing. After I had them zipped and snapped I turned to look at her. I'm sure the look on my face was one of pure fear. Eddie was as red as my underwear and it looked like he was trying to climb into the gap of the cushions. Our mom walked casually into the living. "I never intended that."Frieda leaned forward and said, "Well, get used to it. She's happy, because you are the closest thing to her ideal man she's ever run across. You're perfectly comfortable bossing women around -- out of habit, because that's how it is where you live. But she's used to the good ol' U. S. of A. where every woman is liberated and 'slave' is a dirty word and being a slave owner is up there with mass murder and pedophilia!"Perplexed, I asked, "Are you sure?"Frieda started. I was eating his cock so deep, gagging but loving it and loving hearing him moan as I bit just a little bit and played with the tip with my tongue. He was licking my pussy and finger fucking me and then started to slip a finger into my fat ass (which he also enjoyed giggling as he fucked it) and I started to feel my pussy cum, and I was being touched and caressed by his tongue and fingers. I came so hard and I think he was in love with how dirty and hot it was. I don't think he's used to.