Came the message in my mind."Now tell Mommy, when the Crusader Missile is being bid?" I demanded"April 15, tax day, it's an inside joke," he said. Yea...h on the American people I thought. At that moment I could have beat him to death.Give him his reward, the voice in my head said.You fucking prick, I answered silently.I flipped Jack Anderson over, Then I ever so slowly kissed his straining cock head. I wrapped my hand around the base so that I could hold it in place while I licked it like a lolly. I’d heard my mother and her friends say that Catherine was immoral and unfit for decent society. There were rumors that she had carried on an affair with the married mayor and in the darker version also with the mayor’s wife. She was widely criticized for her wardrobe, which in nice weather was usually a long swishy summer dress and high heels. She also spent a suspicious amount of time at the gym and had managed to keep her figure well after my mother and her friends had given up the. I was in the hall, sitting on the dining table, watching TV. I rushed behind her to check if any think wrong happened. She was facing the other side checking out for dresses and suddenly she turned towards me and said, “What’s it?” I was about to fall dead. She looked damn hot and all I could see was that flamy red bra of hers and an orange towel wrapped over her waist. Her curvy top was open to me and I am not sure if I could see her nipples.“You rushed in, I thought something was. Like you used to spank me when I came home. Could you do that?”“That’s different. Inflicting physical pain isn’t the same. I can’t say that I would enjoy it, but I could do it; maybe even take pride in doing it well. It’s a bit like you and wild sex, it’s physical, not emotional. You don’t get involved with these people, or at least I hope you don’t.”“I don’t.”“I know. I believe you. You get high, like a high from any activity — like if you were great at some sport; in fact sport may be a good.