I locked myself in a cubicle and read while my stream hissed noisily into the commode:Good girls get kissed. Bad girls get spanked. And you are very g...ood at being bad.Oh, gosh! How did he guess my secret fantasy? My husband was nice and considerate and thoughtful, but just once I’d like someone to take charge of me, to be rough with me, to bend me squirming over his lap and spank my bare bottom until it sang. Just thinking about it caused a little jolt in my groin.I sat for a moment reading and. I decided to let her give me choices that time, and to be gentle on the next round when it was my turn.Unfortunately, she gave me two choices I despised: acting like her pet dog for the turn, or eating very spicy food. Her pet? Did she even know what I was doing to her? I would have her begging and grovelling to me for that! The other choice didn’t play to my strengths, either: I was not used to eating that sort of stuff. At least, as an athlete, I could deal with pain. She made me eat enough. Each night on the way home from school I would wait by that big tree just to see if they would turn up again; they never did.By fifteen my body had finished growing, I was never going to be big and buxom but I had filled out nicely enough to guys to look at me. I had been on a few dates but it all seemed so tame even when his hands explored my body.Then it happened again. I was going home after watching our school football game, what girl could resist looking at twenty two hunky guys in shorts. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Mom has been acting different and getting my dick so hard it hurts. What do I do besides jerk off?” I replied, “I don’t know about you, but I’d grad a handful of those tits the next time you get a chance.” Joey replied “WHAT? Grab Mom’s tits? I can’t do that. She’s our mother.” I said, “Why not? She’s instigating the situation and she’s a sexy woman with needs too. With any luck, you’ll get more than just a handful of her tits. Maybe she’ll suck your cock and.