“Ooohhh, honey, I love you too! Go ahead and show me how much you love me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck your Mommy!”I knew that I wouldn’t last long if ... just turned loose, but my wet dream of the night before helped me to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mom slowly, pulling way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in. I could feel every inch of Mom’s sweet love canal as I moved in and out of her. I put my mouth on hers, and we kissed passionately like the lovers we had become, not mommy. The frame was about 7 feet wide, high and deep. Jessica's torture rack was put in its place in the middle of the cubic frame. It was a fairly simple setup. The rack itself was about four feet tall and three feet wide. It was a rectangular metal frame with eight horizontal bars and six vertical bars, which stood upon a wedged stand resembling the legs of a sawhorse. The frame could be tilted forward or backward at any angle. Right now it stood up straight.Jessica was escorted to the stage. Their fingers once again edged inside the other’s pussy. For both there was a tingling sensation that slowly intensified as their clits felt like they were trying to turn itself inside out. The sensation developed in to a continuous throbbing until finally a sudden even more intense sensation became the most wonderful of orgasms. Breathing heavily but feeling relaxed they lay against each other still caressing the others breasts. Susan raised her head and asked, “You will discipline me again. I move to the side of the settee & watch in awe with my cock bobbing & throbbing right on the edge. I take in the erotic spectical of the woman I love, her hips rotating against him, she's milking his cock of every drop that he has, her pussy is like a vice at that moment, sucking his cock dry. I know because she's being doing that to me for over 30 yrs.They slowly come down from their high, the kissing is gentle now, she turns her head to me & says "your turn darling" & with that she raises.