“Great! Go have a shower and clean yourself up. I will be waiting in my room” he said with a smile. He was clearly excited more than I was.As I we...nt to the shower my body felt weak from all the emotional challenges I faced. The nerves were still running wild through my mind. In the shower I tried convincing myself that I made the right choice. I always imagined when masturbating of getting fucked by a man and the opportunity came right to me. However this was my father. I still had hatred. I reached out with the closed end of the scissors and flicked one of her nipples. She tried to pull away, to sink into the table, to protect her tender bud. Impossible.The next thing to do is lay out the tools. I’ve seen women piss themselves when they saw that happen. Some of them were just for show, terror-makers. The hacksaw and the bolt cutter, for instance. Then Les handed me two small, flat pieces of wood that had a couple dozen nails driven into them with the points sticking out about an. I began stroking my penis fantasizing my mom; my mom standing and watching me masturbate. I started shouting, “Oh god! Mommy, love you” and came like hell. I laid down on my bed lost in thoughts of what had happened. My mom silently retired back to her room.The next day was awkward for both of us because she knew that I was thinking of her in an incestuous way. We didn’t talk much for a couple of days.I knew I had spoilt the mood in the house and that shouldn’t have happened. I felt sorry for. .. you umm want to try ... uhh ... you know Sex?" looking very embarrassed."You think we can? With all that ... ummm ... the extras down there?" We can overcome anything if you want me..." Like that was EVER in doubt!" and we worked it out. It took some doing and it hurt quite often. Mostly (I hope) because of the newness of the piercings.One strange thing was the accoutrements seemed to enhance Kelli's enjoyment of sex. At least that is MY assumption (hers seems different) because I don't.