Mom told me that it was doable and that she could help set it up for me.Anyway fucking my own mother was a nice experience. She let me know that when ...we got home that nothing would change. Of course I took it wrong thinking that things would return to normal. What she actually meant was that we would be naked all of the time inside our house and that she would always be available to me for sex. I thanked her, came in her pussy and then I slipped it in her ass.That night Mom and Miss Amour made. Were white - notpink and purple and flowery.Thing was, I was very good at DIY bits. I could plumb, do electrics,tiling, joinery - most things to keep the house maintained, and Dad wasalways getting me to help with something, although I usually took overas he couldn't do it. Funny, my earring never seemed to bother him whenI was plumbing in a new sink, or hanging a new door? Oh well, c'est lavie. Or should that be c'est la guerre? I began to spend more and more of my free time with Mitch. She. But even that ultimate gift had not been enough motivation.Today's little spillage, coughing at the wrong moment and causing her heavy morning stream to splatter on the floor, was the 3rd accident this week. So far she'd used the whip twice and now the cane. His back and legs were heavily marked with fresh red lines and older deep purple streaks which, however visually and erotically appealing to her, were clearly not getting the message through to him. She pondered the problem while sliding. ‘Hey! Robby!’ he said when he saw me. ‘My man!’ Chapman is one of those guys who knows everyone but still has no friends. He was born old, has always looked old, middle aged, though he couldn’t have been much older than me. As usual he was wearing a dark jacket and turtleneck and had his shades pushed up into his thinning blond hair. The guy was always out for something, and was always a little shiny with sweat, feverish, his eyes bugging a little. No one knew what he did for a living, but he.