“Go ahead honey, continue. Imagine that its Jennifer’s hand on that gorgeous cock of yours, her soft little hand jerking you off baby, yes that’... it honey.” She moaned softly in my ear as I started to move my hand again. I was getting so fucking aroused as my gorgeous mother was encouraging me to masturbate right in front of her. Within seconds my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, my heart was pounding in my throat as I watched the bikini clad girls with my mother’s soft. “Help each other out in times of need.” Pete remained silent. “You must have known that he would be turning up pretty regularly when you gave him permission to be my fuck buddy,” she told him. “Billy and Jen had quite an active sex life.” Pete sighed under the excitement of her hand clasping him. “Besides, it’s been four times this week so far, if you count yesterday afternoon.” “Yesterday afternoon?” She smiled and squeezed him even harder. “Yes. I went to his place after I got. My instinctive reaction was to close my legs as they weren?t secured apart in any way and she cracked the whip at my ankles. ?Keep your legs apart!? She kept going with the bull whip shooting bullets of fire all over my body. She was relentless and I ended up screaming for her to stop. I never said the safeword though. I didn?t want her to stop but the pain was intense. She just kept going over and over again concentrating on my sides and the backs of my arms at the top, all sensitive. You are a dish."We watched a good program on TV about sleep deprivation. She continued to kiss my neck and pat me and show much affection. Maybe I was deprived when I was a baby, but I sure as hell like her touches. When the program was over, I said, "I don't want to be one of those zombies deprived of sleep."She said, "That's one of the things we talked about today. The issue was how much people overestimate their ability to function normally under conditions of high stress, sleep deprivation,.