..No it really can’t be...Gwen then told me she would introduce me to the lady who had administered the hardest strokes. And as I saw her step into ...my view...yep it was my Mother. I didn’t know what to say. She told me I was punished for taking her things and making a mess in them. I must have looked totally confused...How did she know I was here and how did she know about any of this? I was released from my shackles after some soothing cream was rubbed onto my bottom. When I stood I was a. .." and I feel her fingers bunched together and she puts her right hand INTO MY ASS! No dildo, no plug, or cock, this is her fist, being rammed into my aching asshole!I feel his strokes against her fingers and it is a heady feeling to take such penetration, but it does not last as she pulls out to leave him to pound my pussy as hard as he can.I feel her hands wrap around me in a gentle caress, as she kisses the back of my neck. It is soft and sweet, and I wonder if she is done with her. Yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Back at the hotel, the reception was only a little more entertaining than the wedding itself. I was at a table with some terribly dull people, and their irritating children. They were friends of the groom, and no more attractive or charming than he was himself. Jennifer sensed my irritation and gave apologetic smiles every so often. I did my best to keep the conversation going, but it was hard work all the way. Perhaps fortunately, my in-laws were placed at a. We can't do anything but observe and gather information. We're going to be here for a couple of months until another ship arrives." Right," said Jeff. "Another ship. We'll make your stay hospitable. You might even learn to like it here." He thought he perceived a laugh from Beth but he wasn't sure. It was so hard to tell because of all the stupid clothes.Jeff flew the open-air transport with the four new Earthers on-board. He landed on the blackened dirt in the middle of the wheat field where.