Mom. Son. See it in your mind... feel the relationship. Feel the feelings you have for him. Mom. Son. Remember what that means. Mom. Son. But that's n...ot quite right, is it? That's not what you remember, is it?" Her brow furrowed a little, just like the book said it would. "You remember another word. Mom. Master. Mom. Master. What does the word 'Master' mean to you? It could mean obedience. Devotion. Loyalty. It could mean that you are a slave, that you are owned, that you are controlled. What. One night as we talked she shared that she always wanted to pick up some guys at a bar, total strangers and just let them fuck her. It was great for me to hear her say things like that as she had never been so open talking about things like this. But it turned me on to no end. To be honest I never expected this to keep going on this long. I had thought that after the first time she would never be doing anything else but something had changed she was sexually charged all the time. We were having. Everyone agreed to meet up the following night and pick up where they left off. Stacy was excited about that. She pulled Steve into bed, set the alarm, and they went to sleep stuck together by drying jism.Steve shook his head. "God, the alarm went off at seven-thirty. Stacy hopped up bright and fresh as a daisy – well, she needed a shower, but she was so fucking cheerful after only a few hours of sleep. She tried to get me to fuck her again, but I was still dead meat. Eventually, I blundered. You didn’t say anything; just continued with kissing over my body. Once you got to my boobs, you paused there for a while. Licking, sucking and nibbling on them. I moaned once again. Moving your left hand up to rub my boob as your mouth worked on my other one. “Mmm.. yes I like that.” I was starting to move around more. You knew that was a sign I was getting turned on. Knowing that, you moved down my body, kissing my side, running your hand under me. Once you got to my belly button, you.