I said, “If you don’t get angry, why don’t you do it with Suraj? And I can please Kavita aunty.” She was shocked at hearing my idea and said, ...“You mean you want to do swapping?”I said, “It will remain in our family. We all will enjoy it, and no one will ever come to know about it.” She took some time and said, “I have no issue, but Kavita will not agree.” I told mom to try.The next day, I called Suraj and told him that my mom has agreed to swap. He got excited and thanked my mom. My mom gave. She was polite and always respected her elders, over the years she had become more confident but had never made love to anyone else but me. Her mother was almost the same difference being she was bigger in all areas, the strange thing being her bust was huge. They were so big that she always had a pullu, and thick ones. She was very clever in covering them up and had never let me have a good glance in the 8 years of me being with her daughter.Back to the story and I entered and there was my. I hope you understand”I nodded. Since we were both naked, I noticed his penis slowly growing. There was no question that he was getting excited. I didn't want him to find out so I keep staring at his face.Sir :” what are you worried about? Is it the pain ?“Me : “yes sir. I thought you will give me a safe word before we start”Sir : “ well I don’t believe in safe words. We are not playing games here. When I punish you it has to be a punishment, not play. If vandana or me are trying out some new. What’s so poetic about men bleeding out and soiling themselves? What’s so musical about people crying out for their mothers or a merciful deity as their guts spilled onto the ground, soaking it with their filthy blood while their families or comrades watch in horror? I must be tone deaf. The so called Faithful were the worst. I still remember the Crusades as if they were yesterday. ‘Good’ Christian knights slaughtering women, children, and old people saying it was for the glory of God to kill.