Although, if she were being honest with herself, a small part of her was wondering the same thing."I don't know", Alex said. "But what I do know is th...at I've never been happier than I have been these past few weeks. Exploring the dominant side of my personality and not feeling ashamed of my dick has been fucking awesome." He couldn't believe he was using language like this around his own mother, a woman he had always perceived as reserved and prudish. But obviously he had been very wrong,. " But Bwana Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga union," Ann exclaimed."This is quicker, we shall do it before sun down." I said, "I suggest you go and my slave cleaned up."N'Konga union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it wasn't proper wedding but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.They dragged Grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached white shirt, which. The eggs were good, just like Mother used to make them and we chatted away while we ate, I was very conscious of the foot that was rubbing my leg and as I looked across it was obvious from her facial expression who it was, Damn I was getting hard again and when Lisa asked me to get the sauce out of the cupboard forcing me to stand again it was obvious the effect it was having, Mum looked at me “Does that thing ever go down” she said laughing to which Lisa replied, “Not often Nan” and they both. She then looked down at her chest. Embarrassed, she pulled her arm up to try and cover. She looked at me and I shook my head no. She didn't understand. So I moved to the edge of my seat and put my right leg up on it thus spreading my legs so she could see my panties. I hiked my skirt up to my waist to make sure her view wasn't obstructed. I then proceeding to rub my crotch again.She looked horrified at first but her erect nipple told me she was intrigued. With my other hand I grabbed onto the.