Instead, he was watching my hand moving inside my sexy undies only a few inches from his face. Honey, would you like me to take my panties off? Yes, h...e said and his voice cracked a little. Why? So I, um, can see you. What do you want to see? Should I just say it? he asked, unsure. I nodded encouragingly. I…I want to see your, um, vagina. You mean my pussy? Yes. I want to see your pussy. Youre sure you want to look at your own mothers naked pussy? Please, he begged in a soft whimper. I went back. Her tits were only a small C but they were shaped perfectly cone like and perky even after having k**s. Long legs and small ass with a perfect pussy, opens like a butterfly and looked like a pink rose, shaven for years so smooth looking it seems like shes still 18. We started playing with her flashing while on our honeymoon on a Caribbean island. We were at the bar and the bartender was obvious in his attraction to her, she was embarrassed at first but I encouraged her to be attentive to him. Samantha stood up and spread his legs so she could stand between them, slid her arm around his neck and pulled his lips in, He crushed his lips into her, she moaned. Fuck his lips knew what to do; he slid his hands around her waist to pull her in more, then a hand slide up to her hair. He started to slowly undo her shirt buttons. His eyes watching her. He stood up. Suddenly grabbing Samantha, pushing her against the wall, grabbed her shirt, ripping it open, he pulled down her bra, he looked at. Each time I felt I was close to succeeding my covered fists gave nothing in return.In the darkness of the room I could only feel the confines for the cage against my skin as I rattled about trying as best I could to use two useless hands for a task they could not do. Everything slowly slipped away into the jet black of my confinement, my whole world reduced to a 2 and a half by 3 and a half foot cube. There was nothing else, no room, no house, all that I knew right now was my Mistress would.