"Greg, this definitely has a unique and very erotic smell. I like your scent. I like it a lot." He did not respond. I glanced at the gelatinous mess p...uddled across his belly and lower abdomen. I liked that I was responsible for the large volume of semen on Greg's stomach. I stood up, and said simply, “I better clean up a bit. You made quite a mess. Don't move, I'll be back with a warm wash cloth to clean you up.” I went to the sink between out bedrooms, and washed the sperm from my hand and. She buried her face in the arm of the chair and cried for an instant. She stood up again but I could hear her softly whimpering. She never complained or asked me to stop but she assumed her position bent over the arm of the chair.Another solid strike, her knees buckled but she stood. A fourth (my hand was stinging enough that I had determined that would be the last before we left the room) and she dropped again. Same as before, she cried and stood back up whimpering; she even reassumed her. When I came back with her java she was setting in a lounge chair with her legs on each side , her robe was open and her beautiful tanned body was soaking up even more sun. She must have had her eyes closed because I had to speak to get her attention. I handed her the cup and took a quick glance at her pussy lips. They where apart . I wanted to fuck her so bad that I accidentally blurted out cab I have sex with you? She looked at me and then down to what I was looking at. She never tried to hide. So, my job now is to take care of madam & drive her where ever she wants. But the truth is only known to me and Madam. She always wanted me to stay close to her. She likes being my k**’s mother. She loves to stay close to me more than with boss. But she still treats boss very well when he is in home.When boss is away she let me do whatever I want & roam to every room in her house and do whatever I want. She gives me all freedom, but when boss is around, she treats me like a servant & sometimes.