The fantasy of fucking my little sister of course made me hard, but masturbating over my mother made me cum harder than anything!But it didn’t end t...here!When I was home alone once at about 13 I found myself naked in my parent’s bedroom, as I’d done many times by then. Their ensuite bathroom was one of my favourite places to hang out. Mum always left her dirty clothes in there, so I had access to more than enough of her dirty underwear. I also enjoyed using their toilet for some reason, probably. As I helped her into the cab, my hand brushed against her ass cheeks and I felt her shudder. I knew she was a little scared, but also aroused. I tried to help her relax by putting on the same music I had heard coming from her car radio, and it seemed to help. She said she wanted out of the state and would like it if I helped her to get away from her ex boyfriend. After a few miles she began to relax, and I saw her squirming around in her seat. I asked her if something was wrong. Her reply was a. "Which way up first ma'am?" Face down." Clarrie helped M'lady fasten the leather bindings to my wrists and ankles and connect them to the corner posts of the bed. Tears flowed down my face and began to soak the bedspread and I couldn't stop them even when M'lady rebuked me. "I'll just have to give you something to cry about," she remarked angrily, "The stripes you had earlier have faded and need renewing and there is an ample canvas for me to paint." Again her words were accompanied by that. My books lay in the opposite corner, near the shattered glass of the wine bottle. Dozens of stacks of books…novels, short stories, reference books, journals. I had loved to read. The stories on pages that took me to far off places and filled my mind with dreams and fantasies had been as much a part of me as my music had. Many nights of candles and hot cocoa rested between the pages of those books. I never felt quite so alone when there were unread pages for me to devour. Some of those books I.