When i got into the other room she was sat on the chair lying back open legged rubbing slowly the underneath of her knickers darker than the rest,she ...was sopping wet.with an open mouthed look of lust on her face she asked me to turn round so she could see my arse.I have always trained so i'm in good shape"fuck me,that arse looks better than mine!If i had a cock I'd be bollock deep in you by now".By this time I was stroking my cock over the cotton thong."pull that thong to one side and sniff. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self lighting one, to make sure it will light up easily. I helped him set it up, another family tradition I could have done without. A can of lighter fluid to soak the cotton. I was surprised and gratified by his request, but I also felt a bit sad as he must have felt sorry for me. "Thanks, but you don't have to do this Thomas," I responded, then turned and started upwards once more."I said wait!" Tom commanded loudly, and I felt compelled to turn and once again look at my boy. "I know I don't have to Mom, I WANT to," he said with great emphasis on want. "You look wonderful and I'd like to take you, period." he added, staring at me intently. Tears welled in my eyes. It is alleviated somewhat by Tiffany’s admission that she aided in the violation by shifting her hips involuntarily. Still, we have ruled that it is a technical infringement of our rules and thus must be punished.”“Punished is such a harsh word,” Tiffany said. “I think you should both be admonished for your appalling abuse of my tender person. The judges have kindly allowed me to set the punishment because it was I who was ill-treated.”“Ill-treated to the point that your knees buckled,” Molly.