She was right, of course, about the curiousness and about the gutlessness, too I guess and I would have left it at that — I had every reason to be g...utless — but she took my arm and turned me around."Come on, mom, let's do it. If it gets too weird we'll stop." God, Janice, how can you be serious about this?" With her closeness, her contact, I could feel my resolve start to slip away and it was scaring the hell out of me.She took my hand now, "Come on, we're both adults. You're curious and I want. "Let us pray, to rid this curse from you." My smiled beamed hope at him, and my knees touched the carpet before his." Oops! The door." He spun around and closed it. Pray was a private matter, I agreed. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith."Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper. He turned back to me. His cock swung like a baseball bat. I dodged away."Pray to me, Mom. It'll be good practice for when you really are my slave." He slapped me. "But never, EVER,. I guessed she is not naive and must have enjoyed it many times. Any new lady would have moaned or atleast breathed heavily at my actions. I moved closer and closer to her pussy in the middle and slowly. I made my index finger enter her pussy area. She held my hand suddenly as if asking to stop.I separated her grip with my other hand and continued entering her pussy. Now her breathing became a little changed. I had to be on limits on the bus. But I wanted to enjoy the max. I released my grip. ”She gave me a hard look, her lips compressed to a thin line, but she finally nodded. “You’re right. Where do we go from here?”“I go away and you all become a family again,” I admitted. “This is a shitty situation. I know what you all want from me. You want me to take the girls back. To hug them and kiss them and snap their collars in place and tell them all’s forgiven. That would fix all this shit. That would pull the girls out of their tail-spins, it would put them back in my bed, it would.