She went in and went to bed.The next timeThe next time I had sex with my mother was to be three days after that first night. No opportunity presented ...its self prior to that. Mother was alone in the house after dad had left for work. She was in a nightgown and was picking up the dishes from breakfast. I walked up behind her and grabbed her in a hug. I wrapped both hands on her breasts and pulled her tight against me. All I had on were my boxers. As I nuzzled her neck I felt my cock get hard and. Why do you suppose that's the case?" Sailboats are more romantic, I guess. The image is more romantic at least." So, you see tomorrow as a romantic moment then?" she wondered with a sly smile. She was teasing me once more."Well, romantic in setting and... ," my voice died out, trying to think of what to say that wouldn't be misconstrued.She smiled that knowing smile once more but didn't pursue the question further. We were walking back to the boat yard. We had progressed to holding hands now. Since we're married, the rules have to be different. Different situations call for such. The one thing we both expect from you at all times, is that your eyes are to be on us. You are no longer permitted to look at others -- men or women -- not even in passing."What?" Here I balked, finally speaking up for myself. "You can't do that! There are people all around us. How can I be expected to not look at them?" Are you through?" I nodded."Good. Your eyes will always be on us -- whomever it is you. The pain was blinding as it bit down on her lip and she was breathing heavily and had to compose herself before picking up another. Slowly her lips were spiked with one clamp after another and once she couldn’t find any more room she looked down in the bag. There were still three left. Sobbing she picked them up and put them on her clit. amy jerked and buckled until the initial jolt of pain subsided. She was breathing shallow. Thirty minutes. That was the time she had promised herself to keep.