Now I am beginning to realize what he meant as my body responds only to his devious control and I am utterly powerless to do anything. I’m afraid he... was right...What must have been hours later but can’t be, I wake up and realize that I am still in bondage. My mind has wandered as orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body. I know he wouldn’t keep me here for hours but somehow I do know he will not allow me to stop until I am spent, pushed past any limit I have ever set for myself. My legs are. I was excited. I wished my sex slave was here to help me. It would be so hot watching Aurora getting my mother all wet and ready for me. That would come later. For now, it was all me. I was her son. I loved her. Now I would prove it.I fell to my knees between her thighs, my dick quivering before me. I stroked up her thighs from her knees, feeling the silky warmth of her skin. I brushed the hem of her robe. Unlike my dad, my mother kept in shape. She did it to please him, hoping that if she. " Then she said, "Oh, look, I left a little on your lips.And it does go perfectly with that nail color!"I blushed and Mother continued. "And you look lovely too, Honey. Iknow this is just a silly bet, but your nails look gorgeous! Any girlwould love to have hands and nails as pretty as yours. You should beproud of your nails! And by the way, I am also proud of the way youheld up your end of the bet!"I was embarrassed, by my beautiful pink nails, and the trace of lipstickon my lips, but. I was headed north on I-81 before nine.I pulled into my driveway just after noon while my wife, Brooke, wasn't expecting me home before dark. I was grinning to myself about how surprised she would be as I opened the front door.I noticed several things immediately. First, the aroma of Brooke's special recipe cake frosting filled my nostrils. Then I saw the door to the laundry room, which was to the left of the kitchen, was wide open. Inside that room were what appeared to be two small.