At school, once it started, it spread rapidly as everyone lived in close proximity. When I checked my email before leaving for home Friday, there was ...an email questioning whether classes would be held next Monday. I scoffed at that myself. After all, I wasn't sick. I did load my laptop into the car to do a little work if I had time. When I got home, my mind was changed. Mom was sick.Dad heard me drive up and came outside before I left to fish waving me to come in the house. I came in and he. It also pleases me to tease her. Even torture her. Hell, I even do both at the same time. Like tonight.Jessie asked for it tonight though. Oh, she didn’t tell me herself. She couldn’t. Her mouth was gagged. Silently, she told me. I could read her body language as it hung there by all four limbs in front of me.Jessie stared at me with her eyes.I didn’t ask her to look at me. No, no. But yet, she kept her eyes on me. Begging.The clamps fit perfectly over her nipples. This is for what she begged.. .. I could smell the musky scent of her pussy on them as I started to jacked myself off. I didn't want to cum because I wanted to play a little longer with her. I stayed in there a while making slight noises so she would know what I was doing. When I opened the bathroom door she had her hand between her legs under her skirt rubbing herself. I walked by with my cock bulging from my pants and laid back down on the bed .She quickly got up and went into the restroom. I know what she was doing also.. You Lou's kid?" Yes, Mrs. Austin." Who's your ma?" Thelma, Mrs. Austin," Tony said it proudly."Thelma? Lou ... you married Thelma Whitaker? You finally made an honest woman outta Thel?"Grannie was in full spate. The stories she told ... never in my wildest dreams did I think to see old Italian mobsters blush ... but Grans did it. They call it the roaring Twenties ... in 1955 the mob still ran things. History had to wait for the old ones to die before the truth of the Twenties could be.