“Then let me clean it up nicely, son”, said mother and applied soap and with her soft hands cleaned the entire length of my prick. Later that day,... when we went up to our room, mom gave me her breasts for sucking and as I lay beside her, she put her hand inside my pajama and started fondling my prick. My prick grew large and was uncomfortable for her to fondle inside my pajama. So she untied my pajama and pulled it down making me naked. I did not mind because after all she was my mother and she. ‘Not quite yet Sally.’ My Master’s hand tilts my chin up, pulling me towards him. My heart is pounding as I prepare for his kiss, my eyes are fluttering beneath their closed lids. His hands trail softly down my neck and over my shoulders, my lips ache for his kiss, and then my eyes fly open as his hands tear at the gauze blouse, revealing the black Basque underneath, my cleavage is revealed to any that would look upon me. Any teasing sensuality is now gone from my garb. ‘You are a slut, Sally,. It certainly is for me. That's all I can confidently assert.Lest you surmise that I am gay, let me put that to rest. I am not 'gay.' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the. Well, without too many, anyway.” They laughed it off. “Oh, no. I’ll be okay.”What could I say? 'Sheila, I’ve intentionally shown this man my pussy!' No, I was going to have to eat this appointment. “Good, let’s get out of here. I still need to pick up my rider.” Sheila put on her helmet. “First rule is to ride with me as one person,” Barry said. “That means being up close to me and getting the hang of leaning when I do. That’s how we keep our balance.” With that, he swung a leg over and.