I tried to resist my primal need to orgasm, yet I knew that the punishment could be even worse if I made a mess and orgasmed without consent. I lifted... my mouth off of Mrs. Perkins’ warm and wet center.“I’m close, Mommy” I announced, “May I, please?”“Absolutely NOT” she yelled back. “How close are you?” she added with a small chuckle.“VERY close, PLEASE... PLEASE don't make me cum!” I replied, as if almost in a panic."Good Boy" praised Mrs. Perkins. "You finally realize what is important... ME. And Stan would love me for thinking of wearing his Valentine's Day gift to me.Back downstairs, I slipped my heels on, fetched four Lone Stars from the fridge, poured a shot of Tequila into a glass of ice for me and put it all on a try and casually walked back to the den. The sound of my heels on Spanish tile announced my return so when I walked through the entry, their eyes were already on me. Every one of them looked from my face down past the tray to my pubic patch, then back up to see what. Colin stroked the scarlet cheeks in mock sympathy."There, there," he said, "But if it didn't hurt, you wouldn't remember to be a good girl next time." Please, Colin. No more. I'll remember, I promise," said Jacqui, still playing his game.SPLAT!!"But I have to make sure that you do," gloated Colin, who was enjoying warming this lovely arse.His prick was growing harder as he laid on the paddle with more venom, and he was looking forward with glee to driving into the girl's cunt from behind when. However as I did, she continued to twist around. My lips landed upon hers and we held our kiss for an eternal second.With a smack of our lips, I dismounted my mom's body. As I stood, she laid there content. Leaving her room, she yelled out to me, "I luv you." Flicking off the light switch, I called back, "I love you, too." Closing her door, I knew I was the happiest man around.Phase IIIIs there anything crappier than a rainy Spring Sunday? Having worked the day shift already, I was camped out.