"HI Bob. It's good to see you here."Bob looked up. The woman next to him, subconsciously adjusted her breasts, looked at me with a smile."Oh Hi, Rick,... this is my wife - Jane."I put my coffee down and warmed my hands before I reached out to shake her hands. I felt her hand tremble in my firm grip.After our initial interactions, I felt I may be intruding on their private morning."It's a pleasure to meet you, Jane. Bob, I hope you two have a good weekend." Are you leaving us?" Jane blurted out. Just then, spotlights lit up two hanging cages high above either end of the stage, containing a guy in one and the girl in the other, both of whom wore hoods and were dancing their respective asses off. Continuing to scan the room, I noticed a number of couples, dominant and submissive, preparing for the festivities.Smiling and shaking hands with guests all over again, we made our way in the direction of the stage with Chantelle leading. On the way there, we passed a Mistress handcuffing her. My mother then said that she told him point blank, that she wanted to be his whore in bed and she wanted him to use her like a slut.With the words barely out of her mouth, she said my uncle quickly got up from his chair and grabbed her and started kissing her and running his hands all over her body, telling her how much he wanted to fuck her and that if she wanted to be treated like a slut, he'd treat her like a slut.My mom said that after kissing hotly for a while, they quickly retreated to. I felt ashamed but at the same time I felt strangely happy that still I have it me to turn a 20 years old. My boobs are large and have a curve figure , I know I am attractive, but with my son, I felt that’s not possible.But his attention towards me only increased. He started hugging me,kissing me in any excuse. Yesterday when he returned from college he hugged me saying “oh mom U looking so sexy in this nighty and he hold my waist, that hug continued along gentle pressing on my waist and.