I slowly trace the outline of my nipples as I run my hand down over the smoothness of my tummy. I need release, yet he needs his sleep. As my hand mov...es lower, my breath quickens, and I turn my head toward to see if I have disturbed his sleep. He is still breathing that deep and even rhythm of sound sleep. My hand is now slowly tracing down the lower part of my tummy, over my pubic bone, pausing briefly to ruffle the dark red curls that lie there. My clit is engorged and swollen with the need. It'll sting and it'll raise welts but it won't do any damage." (Easy for you to say, she thought but said nothing). "Danny this is your scene, before you whip her, examine her, fondle her, make her come. Make it erotic. Audrey, it's shameful for you to show your emotion. You tilt up your ass as if you're begging for more. When you come, moan softly but make sure we know you're coming. That'll be Danny's cue to whip you harder... TAKE YOUR POSITIONS -- ACTION."Audrey once again assumed the. I can not even tell you the last time I caught someone looking at my breasts, or checking me out - you know what I mean? And though I told myself excuses, that my son was young, misguided - his interest never wavered and that destroyed most of my arguments. Even my fake anger faded away with shocking reality that I was facing. I even blamed his interest on myself, searching for something I may have done to inappropriately make my own child think of his mom as a sexual entity.Then came the. He told me. I washed my face and redidmy makeup. I was going to take care of the problem I had between my legs butafter sitting down and peeing I was somewhat calmer. I sat there thinking ofwhat I had just done. I was glad I did it. I realized I wanted more sex. Iwalked into the living room and there he sat dressed again. It was awkwardfor a few minutes. I sat down and started talking to him." I never did thatbefore I was telling you the truth. I am glad we did it. I know I will neverget.