Don’t get me wrong, there was no molestation or anything, just saw it and fell in love. The women always looked cared for and loved if they did what... their Master told them to or if they suffered well enough. The thoughts and fantasies have stayed with me since. When I was 18 I decided to start to search for a Master, a male who was old enough to be my real dad. It took me two years to find Master Mark (only allowed to refer to Master or Sir from now on). He is the ideal 6’1? white male, strong. I couldn't believe it but I felt a sense of accomplishment and continued to milk his cock trying to get the drop to grow!I made my strokes go only to the bottom of his cock head because I didn't want to ruin my accomplishment and wanted to see how big I could get it. I was even squeezing and massaging his balls gently hoping that it would squeeze more pre-cum up his shaft and out the pee hole. I didn't want to admit it but I was actually enjoying doing it! It was kinda fun watching the drop. We only were on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn’t see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs.The TV blocks everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kind a wished he would try something and how you doing back there, son and I asked him.I’m Ok, mom, how are you feeling? I like what I’m feeling and I answered him and ere your arms getting tired where. I wanted to ride this giant cock. "Lay down," I said to him. He didn't hesitate. He lay on his clothes on the carpet and I squatted over his huge member. I spat on my hand and moistened his knob and then I slipped it into my cunt and slid down on it filling the cavern inside. John and Eric came around and I went back to sucking each cock. I was studying each cock and decided that John's would be the one to enter my other hole. I spat heavily over it and said to him. "Fuck my arse." .