He put his hands back on her body, massaging her through her orgasm. She moaned and whimpered in his mouth after finding his lips in the dark. He buri...ed himself in her curves and softness while savoring her passionate kisses. Their bodies smushed together; she felt his entire muscular form on top of her. She slid her hands to his tight ass and laughed with delight. “Shhh,” she whispered to him in between kisses. She started to roll him onto his back, but he fought back. “Shhh,” she whispered. He didn't like it when she was angry with him. "Of course not Auntie Mary. Can I go to the bathroom?" He really wanted her to leave the room so he could go in private. "Of course Dear, go ahead." Mary was pulling back the shower curtains and getting him a towel from the linen closet behind the door. She wasn't ready to leave him alone just yet. Bobby realized that she wasn't going to leave and he really had to go so he opened the lid and lifted the seat, hesitating to pick up the nightshirt. Pleasure = punishment, I would tell her. ‘Get on your knees,’ I shout. I swat her ass in three quick successions with the whip. ‘Stand up.’ I undo the constraints on her hands. I put each hand into mine and place them against the wall. ‘Stick your ass out.’ She does. ‘This is a very important question. Think before you answer. Are you a good qirl? She hesitates. I open up my hand and my palm meets her ass, hard. ‘No hesitations!’ I shout. She comes up with a quick answer, trying to satisfy me.. I never knew who my father was, and I suspect, neither did she. This meant that when I turned 14 my mother was still quite young, only 32 years old. She was also very attractive. She looked after her body, and worked out at the gym 3 days a week. She also had the most amazing big pair of tits. Whenever she wore a tight fitting t-shirt her nipples were always very obvious, sticking out at least quite a bit despite being pressed down by her bra and t-shirt. I could only imagine how huge they.