Love him, you chose to commit to me.”“I’m glad to, Alex. You’re the one I want to be with.”We hugged again.“I have a couple more questions..., though,” she said.“I told you, you can ask me anything at all, any time.”“OK. So, you did everything with your dad?”“Just about. I can’t think of anything significant we didn’t do with each other.”“So,” Alex said as she brought her index finger to my lips, “your dad kissed these lips?”“Yes, he kissed them a ton.”“And,” she said, lowering her voice to just. ”“Oh, you mean Peter, and I am not lusting after him. He is just cute to look at.”“So he has a name now.”“Yes, he has a name,” I replied as I rolled my eyes.“Would you sleep with him?”Knowing it would never happen, I figured what the hell. It’s just a fantasy, and I wanted to hear what John would say to his mother even thinking such thoughts. “If he were single? Yes, I would sleep with him.”“Even though he is so much younger than you?”“If he came on to me, I would definitely think about it. It. Shit, I feel bad about it too, he was just responding to what I guess he thought was an invitation.He tried to say something to me about what happened after dinner. All he could get out was phrases—”I do great wrong,” “wish make better,” “thank you” several times over—but I got the sense. I didn’t let him go on like that too long, hell, he thought I was hitting on him! Christ, what a misunderstanding!I’m in bed now—alone!—but sleep is a long way off yet. It’s been, to say the least, one hell of. One hand in my hair the other pulling my panties she marched me to the bedroom, I soon found myself naked and in tears. Bent over the bed she spanked my ass with (my belt) until I was begging her to stop and agreed to do what she said. I should describe this woman, maybe an inch shorter than I about the same age and weight with at least D cup breasts, very pretty with long blond hair. She told me to lie on my back on the bed, when I hesitated I got a lash across my belly with the belt, .