That was you?" She asked."Yes, that was me. I was close by all weekend and I watched you act like a girl on the make on Friday night."I dropped the pi...cture of Kate and Carl on the roller coaster in front of her."You did it again Saturday afternoon and Saturday night." I said and dropped the rest of the pictures, except for the last one I took, on the counter.Kate was weeping openly as she looked at the pictures."Would you like to change your story now?" I asked."I guess it doesn't make any. Sexual? Have you always... ?”“Yes, pretty much. I’ve fantasized about you since I started fantasizing.”“I always thought you were ogling my friends, not me.”“Well, of course I was ogling your friends. You had some very hot friends. But they never compared to you.”“Damn, I just thought of something. Andrew, did you used to ... Did you used to take my panties?”“Oh, no. You knew about that?”“I knew something was weird. Every few weeks there would be a different pair I just couldn’t find. Then it. “You caused me to get hard, I know you did that on purpose, now I need your help, Mom.”“What do you propose I do, exactly?” I asked pulling my blouse from my slacks.“A few ideas cross my mind, you could jack me off?”“Simple, safe,” I said.“Or give me a Blow Job ... it would be my first.”“Interesting, no muss, no fuss,” I said unbuttoning the top most button on my blouse.“Or, depending on your personal morals, you could let me fuck you?”“That ain’t gonna happen, Richard,” with my blouse now off.. She groaned a little, but held position. "That was much better, slave," I told her. I increased my rhythm a little, landing four strokes across her thighs as quickly as I could. She cried out and bounced a little from the pain, but her hands did not leave the wall. Smiling, I knew that with the next stroke, she would have no choice but to disobey. I swung my arm all the way back and brought the flogger up between her legs, landing a hard stroke right on her mound and her clit. My hand, softly.