His cock twitched and bounced on my shoulder as he said, “We’re getting kind of lonely back there Joanie.” Most of the kids around here were rai...sed up to be polite and to show their elders some respect so it’s not uncommon for them to call me Mrs. Collins, Mrs. C or Ma’am. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the hell out of me and left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal. The bushes were calling to him and his nose was sending him a different message as soon as we got home. Jack just pointed down the stairs, said "Go!" and made up his mind for him.We took the food into the kitchen and Jack cut off three slices of the beef while I found room in the refrigerator for the leftovers. He handed me the rest of the meat to put away and started cutting up the meat he'd taken. He cut two of the slices into pieces about an inch square, then got Bozo's bowl and filled it. As she spoke she walked around me sliding her riding crop over my nipples. She would slapped my ass a number of times to make her point clear. Finally, without warning she jerked the bungee cord, stretching my cock painfully, causing me to moan as precum dripped down my shaft. She then struck my stretched cock and balls very hard very hard with her riding crop. I tried to scream, the ball gag only allowed a moan. The sides of my cock and balls were red as she smiled. Saying, “Such a delightful. She used to be real nice to me and used to treat me like I am her real son everything was going normal then after a week her husband had to go to Dubai for couple weeks for work so it was just me and her in the house that first night when I was eating dinnerShe was acting little strange I could not figure it out why she was doing it she seemed really happy that night I thought she would be sad because her husband has left but she was happy she was wearing black nighty and her top few hooks were.