I belong to you." She says. Her head lowered in defeat. "And who am I to you?" I demand. "My son. My son is my master, because I am a true whore." Ha ...ha. Good." I say helping her stand. "I know you will be uncomfortable and resistant for a few days. But I'm confident you will soon fully embrace your new life."We head to her bedroom. "You will have to dress to make me happy from now on, understand?" She nods. "Your first question should always be, 'would my master like me in this' before putting. The nylon rubbing against my clit causes me to have intense orgasms. I’m wearing pantyhose now, Wolford Fatal, as I write this and I’m getting wet just thinking about how good the glossy nylon feels against my pussy. Every so often I stop typing and reach down and massage my clit through the sheer, filmy seamless nylon. For the first few months after getting my Wolfords I wore them everywhere... along with the other brands of pantyhose that I discovered. Donna Karan, Calvin Klein, and Givenchy. "Do it!" she groaned. "Piss on my face!"I pushed my pussy right over her and relaxed my bladder. My yellow stream struck her right between the eyes. She squeezed them shut and opened her mouth, drinking my piss mixed with shower water. I wiggled my hips, letting my spray splash around her face. My pussy was on fire, tingling with pleasure."I'm such a filthy bitch!" she moaned. "Your filthy, little, White whore!"I grinned at her, grabbing her blonde hair and pulled her face into my pussy. "Drink. " John! What have I told you about using the F word?"I threw my hands up shrugging, "Sorry, mom. I was irked. I sat in here for three hours before that detective came in."My mother's eyes glittered and she smiled. Oh, fuck she was getting pissed." They left you in here for how long?"Hearing her tone, dad covered his face," Oh, damn." Three hours," I squeaked.Clearing his throat, Mr. Johnson spoke, "Mrs. Henderson."Turning her head slowly, mom looked at him. He blanched. " Isolation is a common.