So there you have it, you’re upstairs having sex, and your mom is down in here in her bedroom masturbating and thinking about what you are doing ups...tairs.”Sharon could not help but smile as she reminded her mother of who she was thinking while she masturbated, “You do know you were calling John’s name out loud tonight.”Paula smiled back at her daughter as she admitted using John to enhance her fantasy, “Oops, sorry, it has been a long time since I made love to your father. Having you here,. Etc. Unfortunately for me (or not?) my wife like to wear very sexy underwear, stockings and very revealing outfits which meant there were a lot of these ‘things’ around the house. It started small, again, when on a day off I would be doing some washing and find myself holding the knickers against myself, then wearing them until before long I was back to a full ensemble masturbating furiously.My wife soon found out what I was doing and, instead of disowning me like I thought she would, she said. "Not bad, but then it's nothing for a whore like you, is it?" She motioned for Daisy to come closer. Daisy staggered across the room. Donna handed her a small jar. "Smear his deep inside your pussy and ass and we'll see about sending Kira home." She handed Daisy a dildo. "This will help you get it deep inside."Daisy opened the jar and immediately smelled the pepper sauce. It was bright red and creamy. Donna nodded. "Cayenne, jabanero, vinegar, icy hot, and a few other chemicals just for good. He was so warm and his body so soft and smooth. Frequently my big morning hard cock was pressed into his ass when I awoke, but he didn’t seem to mind and even scooted his little round butt into my groin while he slept. I didn’t realize this at the time, but it was a custom in the orient for a young child to sleep with someone who was ill, especially older men, in case they needed something during the night or to give them comfort. Jimmy certainly gave me comfort. Several weeks later, I again.