She would hang me up by my wrists, and lay hardstrokes against my back. This would cause ugly welts across my back, andthe knotted ends would break my... skin, and drops of blood wound emergefrom these marks. After 12 strokes with this devilish whip, my backlooked like it had a ladder of stripes running down my back, and thepain was agonizing! Yet, I always ended up experiencing a gratifyingclimax (all over the basement floor)!When I turned 17, she asked me if I wanted larger female breasts.. He headed for the saloon. The back door was closer, so that's where he went. He burst into that door, into the kitchen, where an amazingly fat woman was standing at a big wooden table rolling out pie crusts. She looked at him and frowned."Don't need no snot nosed boys hanging around here!" she barked. "Now git!" She brandished the rolling pin in her hand.Normally, Bobby would have done exactly what she said. But he couldn't."Doctor" he said explosively. He was so unused to speaking that only. She even jokingly told me that she was feeling attracted to me just like a horny teenager. I blushed and laughed it off.After the meal was over, we got out of the hotel and I took my mom on a long drive on the highway adjoining the hotel. We continued talking about all sorts of stuff. Mom even asked me about my sex life. I blushed and told her that she was my mom and I couldn't talk about stuff like that to her. She immediately reminded me that I wasn't his mother but his date and thus she had. It seemed her activities were designed to put her ass on display rather than ensuring that the living room was left spotless. With an innocent expression on her face, she straightened up and walked over towards the couches. Her little show had left me quite breathless. “So, Jenny, where are you from?” I asked, trying to start up a conversation despite all hot and bothered after the little tease’s sexy show. “Oh, I’m originally from France, Mr. Winchester. I recently came here in the hope of.