I remember sneaking into her room as a teenager and using her pantyhose to masturbate myself, envisioning losing my virginity to her. My head was spin...ning at the possibility of making my longest running sexual fantasy a reality.Just as the song was nearing completion, I felt Mom's hand on my cock as she whispered in my ear, "Are you hard because of me?"My cock flinched in her hand as all I could do was whimper."I'll take that as a yes, Anthony," she purred."Oh God Mom," I barely got out."I have. I didn't expect all THIS, though. What were you doing?" Isn't it obvious?" Jordan tweaked one of Brandy's nipples. "Cori." Oh! She's hot. Good for you, Eric." He's always had a crush on her."I blushed. "I tried to play a little bit of matchmaker. Her and Dad, what do you think?" He's been lonely since Cindy. That's a good choice."Brandy frowned. "Mom's not going to like it. She still thinks of him as hers." She looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry." Hey, it's not your fault she broke his heart.. And then I seize and cramp in pain, my mind blanking and white lights exploding in front of my eyes. I didn?t even hear the skinny, heavy, leather whip land. The thick carpet muffles my whinny of animal pain and fear as the whip lands again, this time on my other buttock. I writhe in agony, my legs kicking to try to escape and my back bucking against your tight grip, all to no avail. As the whip bites home, 3, 4, 5 times I hear my Master grunting and telling me, through grunts and gritted. What put that thought there? Hypno-training? Hormones? Nanos? All of that? Were those female thoughtsthere all along, just waiting for the right opportunity to presentthemselves?No time to think about it. Enough fun for now.I pull away from him, and he can't stop me, as he's still strapped downto the submission chair."You aren't the president," he tells me."Good guess," I say. "Who am I?"It's a test. If he doesn't recognize me, maybe I'll punish him, maybeI'll cum him out, or maybe I'll stroll.