This required Rebekah to expound on what happened in the book, and then submit to whatever happened to the heroine. On one occasion, I let Carl have R...bekah alone, all by himself, or so it would seem. I included Carl in our kidnap games, sometimes as often as once a week. During the games, Carl was allowed to bind, torment, and fuck Rebekah as much as he wanted. His cock was no stranger to her mouth. Carl even wanted to date Rebekah, I but I did not want that. Rebekah was my lover, and my sex. "Just go to bed." Sarah said her eyes still drawn to her son's big bulge inhis trousers.Mike turned and left the kitchen and took off for his bedroom, theencounter with his mother had left him very horny and confused, why had hedone that? He thought, for a split second he seemed to have lost his mind.Sarah watched her son leave the kitchen and shut the door behind him, oncehe was gone Sarah sighed heavly and sat down on the stool behind her, whathad just happened between her and her son? She. Ever since she could remember she always loved touching her private parts, whether it be her large firm breasts or her pouty lipped vagina, it really made no difference. By age eighteen she was regularly having orgasms by rubbing her little clit with her finger, and on several occasions her mother happened to catch her doing the nasty, but no amount of scolding could make her stop pleasuring herself! Her mother finally threw up her hands and gave up, realizing that her daughter was very highly. " Uhhhnn!!" Diane fell forward, clutching at her lover as her pussy throbbed. Her hips jerked with each spasm. She panted hard, her hot breath steaming past Heather's ear. "Uhhh! ... Ohhh! ... oh Heather ... uhhh..."Heather hugged Diane tightly until her powerful orgasm faded and her body went limp. "You okay?" Heather asked with a trace of amusement in her voice."Y-yes ... Oh God ... th-that was incredible..." Diane breathed.Heather gently broke off the embrace. "Diane, take your clothes off.