"My pain yesterday was because the ball hit me right here," he was saying lifting the sack, "and it really hurt. Men are very sensitive here and it do...esn't take much to hurt them."Poppa took my hand, turned it palm up and laid that sack in my hand. I can still remember how hot and heavy it felt as he showed me how I could hold and gently play with the things inside. Thinking back it seems he called them balls because that's what they were like. The more I played with the sack and the balls the. He caressed his daughter's body, her breasts, her flat stomach, and down to her thighs. He felt Chelsi's body tense up and release each time his hands explored a new area. They kept kissing, and Chelsi's hands started to explore her father's muscular body."Chelsi, you're so beautiful," Rick said to her as he slowly removed her top. Chelsi's firm, perky breasts fell out of the tank top and were fully exposed. Rick leaned over and kissed them, using his tongue to keep her nipples erect. Chelsi. It did not take long for a flushed and out of breath Slavecunt to return after running up and down the stairs carrying a sack stuffed with objects. She emptied the bag onto the table revealing an interesting ***********ion of dildo’s, ass plugs, whips and restraints. “Sophia stood up and walked over to the collection looking it over , then asked “Which of these are you most afraid of?” Slavecunt picked up a monstrous strap on dildo covered in blunt spikes and a pair of vicious barbed nipple. It turned out to be fine. My mother was never the overtly affectionate type, so that helped. As I successfully dealt with my guilt, I started indulging in the fantasy more and more. And, so the fantasy evolved. I began having clearer images of my mom giving me a handjob. And even if I had never received oral sex, I eventually fantasized about my mother sucking my cock. Ultimately, I imagined being on top of her, kissing her, making love to her.My oedipal tendencies were somewhat tamed when I.