Ashleigh gasped, and my head fell to her right shoulder. Slowly, I began to move my cock in and out – just a little bit. Enough for more sensations ...to race through our bodies.With her lips pressed into my shoulder, Ashleigh squealed. My hips moved up and down, working my length in and out slowly. Her arms wrapped under my arms and my back. I was kissing her neck and could tell through her breathing she was working up to tell me something.“Jack … your big cock … cum inside me,” was all she. ”“Are you?” I asked, fighting to keep from groaning. It was a risk, but I wanted to twist it home. “You don’t feel like you’re putting your heart into this.”She hissed and then spanked me so hard I bucked and stumbled. I caught myself, my manacles rattling. The pain was intense. I had to take it. I had to keep denying her. Frustrating her. I could feel that ache to be satiated by her cruelty, but it never arrived. She couldn’t find it.I flared that. The desire to be aroused. The need for. When she caught her breath, she looked at me and weakly smiled pulling me up to her at the same time. She kissed me and I knew she could taste herself on my lips. When she broke the kiss she said, “Your turn, so lay down here and I will make you feel better.”I did as she said and she moved between my legs and immediately lowered her head to my cock and took me into her mouth. I groaned because I always loved it when she did this to me.“Oh, yes, Sweetheart. You do that better than anyone has. "She laughed and said, "OK, you did it for the first time two weeks ago. You did it repeatedly since then. Now you're separated for a couple weeks. I'll just assume she'll be staying in your room." I just looked at her, and she cracked up. "Hey, I was 18 once, too, you know." Mom, you're all right." And so are you," she grinned. Then she got serious. "When I came home that day two summers ago, Brendan-well, let's just say I didn't think I'd ever be sitting next to you having a pleasant.